Pray Over The Moonshine Still
Well call up the reverend
Won't you get him up here now
That old gal won't get to work till every head is bowed
We got new copper wire
She's lookin' pretty nice
And we can't start the corn
Till we take it up with Christ
So pray o'er the moonshine still
Pray that the money rolls through them hills
We'll strike gold if it's your will
Just pray o'er the moonshine still
Well mama needs a Maytag
And the babies all need shoes
But at the rate that we are goin'
We'll never see the blues
Our corporations boomin'
Were known both near and far
But if we're gonna reach the masses
We're gonna have to buy a car
But first pray o'er the moonshine still
Pray that the money rolls through them hills
We'll strike gold if it's your will
Just pray o'er the moonshine still
They say that I'm a sinner
They say I'm bound for hell
But I know every baptist boy
And I know them very well
So if I don't reach glory
If I ride that long black train
Well I'll be in good company sippin' moonshine all the way
So pray o'er the moonshine still
Pray that the money rolls through them hills
We'll strike gold if it's your will
Just pray o'er the moonshine still