Get you a copper kettle
And get you a copper coil
Cover with new cut corn mash
And never more you'll toil
You just lay there by the juniper
While the moon is high
And watch them jugs a-fillin
In the pale moonlight
Build your fires of hickory
Hickory or ash or oak
Don't use no green or rotten wood
They'll catch you by the smoke
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My daddy he made whiskey
My granddaddy did too
We ain't paid no whiskey tax
Since Seventeen Ninety Two
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