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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.
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