There's an old still in the valley beside my daddy's grave
And a light burning slow
burning slow.
It's the one thing that was left me
as I came back from the war
And it's still burning slow
burning slow.
No way could Billie ever need a moonshine man like me?
Illegal moonshine still
you bring me down.
I tried working for a living
even tried to sing the blues
From my heart
burning slow
burning slow.
Turning music into money
couldn't make her change her mind
And it's so burning slow
burning slow.
No way could Billie ever need a moonshine man like me?
No way could Billie ever need a moonshine man like me? . . .
Still
you bring me down.
No way could Billie ever need a moonshine man like me? . . .
No way could Billie ever need a moonshine man like me? . . .
Still
you bring me down.
