G   C G   C G etc...

Verses
G       C      G  
I was born and raised,
G       C      G 
A bootlegger's boy,
G       C      G
In the Cherokee Hills,
G       C      G
I applied my trade,
C
In Mountain City,
G
I had me a time,
G       C      G
Just    making money,
G       C      G
On      Moon - shine.

Verse 2
So I hauled my load,
Into Knoxville Town,
I met me a gal,
And we knocked around,
But them Knoxville girls,
Can't leave me alone,
In my suits so fine,
And my bottle of corn.

Chorus
C                          G
I'm going back to Mountain City,
C                          G
Where I can make another run,
C                          G
Load my trunk with Moonshine whisky,
G  C   G   D                G
I am a bra-ave Bootlegger's son.

Lyrics for the rest
Yeah I sold that corn,
To the Circuit Judge,
On the Public Square,
To Mayor Trent,
But I met with trouble,
On the tracks one night,
With a drunken man,
I commenced to fight.

Yeah I fought five rounds,
Then I put him away,
With a wicked jab,
From a razor blade,
And the women screamed,
As the bottles broke,
On stoney ground,
Where the blood did flow.

I'm going back to Mountain City,
Gonna make those revenues run,
I killed a man in a feud of whisky,
I am a cruel Bootlegger's son.

Now I roam the night,
Just to hide my shame,
I lost all my money,
Can't find a friend,
Gonna drag my bones,
To the mountainside,
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 feud of whisky,
I am a cruel Bootlegger's boy.

I'm going back to Mountain City,
To the Cherokee Hills I started from,
Going home broke ain't it a pity,
I am a cruel Bootlegger's son.