Moonshine Book Review Song
Verse: Sprout of barley or sprout of corn,
Drakes tail and long sweetin',
Red horsemint branchwater completes the mash,
Now work and time are fleetin'.
Hold your fire, hold your fire
One-seven-three sure as shootin'
When two tongues of flame french the kettle
The proof'll be in the puddin'.
It's cookin' now but wait out the smack:
A beer that runs clear is ready.
Run it again and slop it back,
Sweet mash grows sour and heady.
Chorus: The bead, the bead, the venerable bead!
Shake up the jar and construe:
If a big un pops up half in and out
You got you a bead that's true.
O Sweet spirits of cats a-fightin',
Paleface firewater, ruckus juice,
Pine top, panther piss, corn in a jar,
Blockade betsy leaves you no excuse.
Verse: A rat house sits at the side of the road;
Tuck your jug and your money up under the floor.
Such a wonder of wonders it is to behold
The jug leaving empty and returning with more.
There was a man at the top of the W
Shipped some of his likker to Washington:
Packed 10-gallon kegs in crates marked "books,"
Paid rate by "volume," which saved him a ton.
He was a good man, he was a godly man,
Not just a churchgoer but a deacon.
The Railway Express called him one day
And said, "Rev'rend, your books is leakin'!"
Prohibition it was a turrible time:
Thirst gone wild! A curse befell
those puckerin' drys whose misbegotten laws
Up and spawned a whole new hell.
Chorus: The bead, the bead, the venerable bead!
Shake up the jar and construe:
If a big un pops up half in and out
You got you a bead that's true.
O Sweet spirits of cats a-fightin',
Paleface firewater, ruckus juice,
Pine top, panther piss, corn in a jar,
Blockade betsy leaves you no excuse.