I was born and raised A bootlegger's boy In the Cherokee hills I plied my trade In Mountain City I had me a time Just a-makin' money On the corn moonshine Well I hauled my load Into Knoxville town I met me a girl And we knocked around Well them Knoxville girls Couldn't leave me alone With my suit so fine And my bottle of corn I'm goin' back to Mountain City So I can make another run Load my trunk with my moonshine whisky I am a brave bootlegger's son Well I sold that corn To the circuit judge On the public square To many a tramp Well I met with trouble On the tracks one night With a drunken man I commenced to fight We fought five rounds Then I put him away With a wicked jab From a razor blade How the women screamed And the bottles broke On the stony ground Where the blood did flow I'm goin' back to Mountain City The deed I done they'll never know I killed a man in a fuel of whisky I am a rude bootlegger's boy Now I hang my head Just to hide my shame Lost all my money Can't find a friend I'm gonna drag my bones To the mountainside If the corn don't kill me I might never die I'm goin' back to Mountain City Or else they'll hang me this I know I killed a man in a feud of whisky, I am a cruel Bootlegger's boy. I'm goin' back to Mountain City In the Cherokee hills I started from Goin' home broke, ain't it a pity Lord curse this rude bootlegger's son
I was born and raised A bootlegger's boy In the Cherokee hills I plied my trade In Mountain City I had me a time Just a-makin' money On the corn moonshine Well I hauled my load Into Knoxville town I met me a girl And we knocked around Well them Knoxville girls Couldn't leave me alone With my suit so fine And my bottle of corn I'm goin' back to Mountain City So I can make another run Load my trunk with my moonshine whisky I am a brave bootlegger's son Well I sold that corn To the circuit judge On the public square To many a tramp Well I met with trouble On the tracks one night With a drunken man I commenced to fight We fought five rounds Then I put him away With a wicked jab From a razor blade How the women screamed And the bottles broke On the stony ground Where the blood did flow I'm goin' back to Mountain City The deed I done they'll never know I killed a man in a fuel of whisky I am a rude bootlegger's boy Now I hang my head Just to hide my shame Lost all my money Can't find a friend I'm gonna drag my bones To the mountainside If the corn don't kill me I might never die I'm goin' back to Mountain City Or else they'll hang me this I know I killed a man in a feud of whisky, I am a cruel Bootlegger's boy. I'm goin' back to Mountain City In the Cherokee hills I started from Goin' home broke, ain't it a pity Lord curse this rude bootlegger's son
