Mountain Shine Stomp

(yee-haw) Way up high where the pine trees grow

Watch the hidden clear water flow Copper kettle bubbling in the deep

dark shade Finest batch that was ever made

With a kick like a mule and a taste so divine (oh

yeah) Nothing like that good ole mountain shine Burn the back of

your throat but it clears your mind Pour another round of that

mountain shine

Sheriff's looking but he'll never find Where we cook that sweet mountain

shine Underneath the roots of the ancient oak

Rising heat and a wisp of smoke (hoo-wee)

With a kick like a mule and a taste so divine Nothing

like that good ole mountain shine Burn the back of your throat

but it clears your mind Pour another round of that mountain shine

(pour it up)

That good ole mountain shine (mhmm) Yeah that sweet divine