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  Up on Cinnamon Hill they made jug wine 
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  Sweeter from the peaches that he grew up in the 89 summertime
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  Oh in the winter when the county's dry, ain't nothing left to do 
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  but find some peace of mind with that old-time brandy by the jar


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  Sister kept the paddle for the still up on the backyard fence
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  60 gallon wooden barrel filled with the ingredients
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  A little sugar, bucket of rye, and colored with the caramel and me oh my
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  Got the best damn rotgut liquor on the better side of county line


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  Love that Blue John, love me a little alley gin
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  Goin' up the country baby tryin' to change the shape I'm in
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  I do believe I'm going back again
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  For that old white lightning, 95 sweeter than sin I mean
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  95 sweeter than sin

Mary kept the mailman merry for a dollar and a quarter
People come a runnin all the way up from the Carolina border
Even Old Man Wiloughby and Governor Jones got another order
Of that old white lightning by the jar

Gotta hit the big mine baby when the moon shines on the ground
Keep it from the do-gooders sickin' their nose in and standin' around
Old hound dog he don't lie, when he comes around barking better bury the rye
And we'll keep on making that old white lightning 'til the morning time

Love that Blue John, love me a little alley gin
Goin' up the country baby tryin' to change the shape I'm in
I do believe I'm going back again
For that old white lightning 95 did it again
I mean 95 did it again

Love that Blue John, love me a little alley gin
Goin up the country baby tryin' to change the shape I'm in
I do believe I've gotten drunk again
For that old white lightning 95 did it again I swear 
95 did it again I mean 
95 did it again

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