Based on namirshaba's ear.


A          D
Moonshine, moonshine
G                A
The sour mash is doing fine
  B             E
I feel like I’m doing time
D                        A        G        D
In this country shack of mine, oh mine, oh mine

Sunshine, sunshine
Found a cloud to hide behind
Baby’s gone and I don’t mind
Pour myself a glass of homemade wine

E                       B
There’s a bottle on the floor
A                    D
I don’t think it was there before
E               B
Baby, she don’t clean no more
  A                    D
I think she’s tired of being poor

Shiny cars and fancy clothes
Where they come from I don’t know
My baby thinks she needs them though
So she takes my money and off she goes

Sitting by a rusty still
Waiting for the thing to fill
And I gave my girl a dollar bill
Buy some flour from the mill, oh well

She come home
Moonshine, moonshine
What a way to spend your time
My baby’s crossed the county line
I need something to ease my weary mind

Sitting by my rusty still
Waiting for the thing to fill
And I gave my girl a dollar bill
Buy some flour from the mill, oh well

She come home
Moonshine, moonshine
What a way to spend your time
Baby’s crossed the county line
I need something to ease my weary mind
To ease my weary mind, to ease my weary mind