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(the Virtues Of) Wild Corn Whiskey Lyrics - Singles - The Paper Trains

[Verse 1] 

Homegrown southern red-eye in oak barrels, 

Yeah I work until the twilight hits my door. 

And as the sun descends into the shadows, 

Yeah you'll find me n' Satan on the porch. 

 

[Chorus 1] 

Think I wanna sink just one more bottle, 

Drinkin' mountain moonshine with the devil by my side. 

Distillation is divine, 

Just like water into wine, 

It's a virtue. 

Like a shady liquor store, 

Evil shading my back door, 

It's a wild brew. 

 

[Verse 2] 

And as the early glare of a new sun rising blinds me, 

My mamma's words they're troubling my head. 

No you'll never find a bride who prizes liquor, 

Well perhaps it's time white whiskey I thee wed. 

 

[Chorus 1] 

Well think I wanna sink just one more bottle, 

Drinkin' mountain moonshine with the devil by my side. 

Distillation is divine, 

Just like water into wine, 

It's a virtue. 

Like a shady liquor store, 

Evil shading my back door, 

It's a wild brew. 

Hey hey hey. 

 

[C Section] 

Reckon it's time to forsake dear ole Woodmill, 

By now I must have paid my union dues. 

Leave those heady sour-corn-mash days far behind me, 

Yeah pack up some homegrown hooch and do as I choose. 

 

[Chorus 2] 

Well think I'm on the brink of a mountain-dew breakdown, 

Drinkin' slurring seeing inner demons far and wide. 

Well my mind is slightly numbing, 

Yet I see the storm a-comin', 

Need to pull through. 

Now my skin is roughly full, 

It's got me kicking like a mule, 

It's a wild brew. 

 

[Verse 3] 

Years of excess weighing on my shoulders, 

The pearly gates grow distant as I climb. 

So as I right myself for the fiery hollow, 

You'll find me partaking one last time. 

 

[Chorus 1] 

Well think I wanna sink just one more bottle, 

Drinkin' mountain moonshine with the devil by my side. 

Distillation is divine, 

Just like water into wine, 

It's a virtue. 

Like a shady liquor store, 

Evil shading my back door, 

It's a wild brew. 

 

[Coda] 

Empty bottles on the floor, 

Led the devil to my door, 

It's a wild brew.