ThomasRedheart

<p><strong>Sippin’ On Moonshine</strong></p><p><strong>Lyrics By: Thomas W. Peterson AKA RedHeart&nbsp;</strong></p><p><strong>&nbsp;©COPYRIGHT 7–3-25 All Rights Reserved ©</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>Verse 1:</strong></p><p><strong>Old dirt road leads to nowhere</strong></p><p><strong>Just the way we like it round here</strong></p><p><strong>Tailgate down, crickets singing</strong></p><p><strong>Friday night's just beginning</strong></p><p><strong>Mason jar passed between friends</strong></p><p><strong>Stories told that never end</strong></p><p><strong>Grandpa's recipe, hundred proof</strong></p><p><strong>Liquid courage, honest truth</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>Chorus:</strong></p><p><strong>Sippin' on moonshine under stars that shine</strong></p><p><strong>Feeling that fire running down the line</strong></p><p><strong>No fancy label, no high-class wine</strong></p><p><strong>Just good times flowing like that clear white lightning</strong></p><p><strong>Memories blurring, troubles fading away</strong></p><p><strong>Tomorrow's a worry for another day</strong></p><p><strong>When we're sippin' on moonshine</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>Verse 2:</strong></p><p><strong>Sheriff knows what's in these hills</strong></p><p><strong>Turns a blind eye, always will</strong></p><p><strong>Three generations of mountain pride</strong></p><p><strong>Family secrets we don't hide</strong></p><p><strong>Copper still behind the shed</strong></p><p><strong>Words of wisdom Grandpa said:</strong></p><p><strong>"Life ain't always smooth and fine,</strong></p><p><strong>But it goes down easy like good moonshine"</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>Chorus:</strong></p><p><strong>Sippin' on moonshine under stars that shine</strong></p><p><strong>Feeling that fire running down the line</strong></p><p><strong>No fancy label, no high-class wine</strong></p><p><strong>Just good times flowing like that clear white lightning</strong></p><p><strong>Memories blurring, troubles fading away</strong></p><p><strong>Tomorrow's a worry for another day</strong></p><p><strong>When we're sippin' on moonshine</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>Bridge:</strong></p><p><strong>Some call it trouble, some call it sin</strong></p><p><strong>We call it heritage flowing through our veins</strong></p><p><strong>Born in these mountains, raised in these pines</strong></p><p><strong>The spirit of freedom in every sip we take</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>Verse 3:</strong></p><p><strong>City folks don't understand</strong></p><p><strong>The simple pleasures of this land</strong></p><p><strong>Don't need much to feel alive</strong></p><p><strong>Just good friends and mountain sky</strong></p><p><strong>When times get tough and money's tight</strong></p><p><strong>We still find reasons to smile at night</strong></p><p><strong>'Cause happiness ain't hard to find</strong></p><p><strong>When you're gathered 'round sippin' on moonshine</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>Final Chorus:</strong></p><p><strong>Sippin' on moonshine under stars that shine</strong></p><p><strong>Feeling that fire running down the line</strong></p><p><strong>No fancy label, no high-class wine</strong></p><p><strong>Just good times flowing like that clear white lightning</strong></p><p><strong>Memories blurring, troubles fading away</strong></p><p><strong>Tomorrow's a worry for another day</strong></p><p><strong>When we're sippin' on moonshine</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>Outro:</strong></p><p><strong>Yeah, we're just sippin' on moonshine</strong></p><p><strong>Lord, we're just sippin' on moonshine</strong></p>