Get you a copper kettle, get you a copper coil,
Fill it with new-made corn mash and never more you’ll toil.
You’ll just lay there by the juniper while the moon is bright,
Watch them jugs a-filling
In the pale moonlight.
Build you a fire with hickory, hickory, ash and oak,
Don’t use no green or rotten wood; they’ll get you by the smoke.
We’ll just lay there by the juniper… etc.
My daddy, he made whiskey; my granddaddy, he did too.
We ain’t paid no whiskey tax since 1792.
We just lay there by the juniper… etc.
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