One evening as a moonshiner laid in his room
Drinking himself to sleep
A dream came upon his eyes
Causing him to weep
It was all about a man named Will
A drinker from way back when
Now liquor caused him to leave him home
And turn from all his friends
In this dream poor Will did live
With nothing to ease the pain
But the whiskey that sold to him
By the moonshiner every day
The moonshiner said "Drinking's killing you
Why don't you give it up"
Will replied "I'm already dead"
As he raised his final cup
And he walked out on that farewell road
He tried to make it through
The coldest sky upon his eye
The moonshiner ever knew
Well the devil's got a kind of face
When the jug is in my hand
But I'm burning my still down just the same
And I'm leaving this lonesome land
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APPEARS ON:
Don't Get Bent Out Of Shape
LENGTH:
2:54
WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen
PRODUCED BY:
Beck Hansen
RECORDED BY:
Beck Hansen
PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
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