Well, in North Carolina, way back in the hills Me and my old pappy had a hand in a still We brewed white lightnin' 'til the sun went down Then he'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around Mighty,...
(George Jones) I've got a sad, sad story friends, that I I don't like to tell I had a home and family, when they locked me in this cell I've been in here eighteen years that's a long time I know But...