Old Crow Medicine Show - Bootlegger's Boy lyrics

rate me

I was born and raised, a bootlegger’s boy

In a Cherokee house, I plot my trade

In mountain city, a happy time

Just to make in money, on the moonshine

So I harbored load, in an Oxford town

I met me a gal and we knock around

But them Oxford girls can’t leave you alone

I put my suit so fine and my bottle corn

I’m going back to mountain city

Where I can make another run

Load my trunk with old shine whiskey

I am afraid, bootlegger’s son

So I sold that corn to the circus judge

On the public square, to me a ...

About a man with trouble, and the ...

With a drunken man, I commence to fight

Yeah 4-5 rounds and then I put them away

I hear the wicked jab from a razor blade

Have the women scream and the bottles broke

I’m ...ground, where the blood gets old

I’m going back to mountain city

Gonna make them revenues as rum

I killed a man in a field of whiskey

I am a cruel, bootlegger’s son

And now I roam at night, just to hide my shame

I lost all my money, can’t find a friend

I’m gonna track the bonds to the mountain side

Cause if corn don’t kill me, I might never die

I’m going back to mountain city

Or else they’ll hang me this I know

I killed a man in a field of whiskey

I am a cruel, bootlegger’s son

I’m going back to mountain city

In a Cherokee house I started from

Go on home broke ain’t it a pity

I am a cruel, bootlegger’s son.