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
My daddy he made whiskey
My granddaddy did too
We ain't paid no whiskey tax
Since Seventeen Ninety Two
