[Verse 1]
Folks say my daddy wasn't much of a man
For disobeying the laws of the land
Folks say that my daddy wasn't fit to kill
Oh and I know it was true what the people said
Because we'd all have been better of dead
Than to live a life of shame and strife
Because of daddy's moonshine still
My mama was always sweet and kind
But she grew old before her time
Worrying about the way we had to live
Yeah, my daddy put the wrinkles in my mama's face
He drunk his share of all he made
And just one more reason I grew to hate
My daddy's moonshine still

[Chorus]
Daddy's moonshine still was good for nothing
But to break mama's heart
And to tear our home apart
Make our lives a living hell

[Verse 2]
Them old mason jars that daddy made us wash
And set them out to sun on our back porch
Till he got ready to take them up on the hill
And when daddy got word of the revenue
He made us kids help hide his brew
Made us swear that we never knew
About daddy's moonshine still
Yeah and two of my brothers drove across the state line
Once a week with a load of moonshine
And the wounds that came from that won't ever heal
Because on a moonshine run one rainy night
My two brothers lost their lives
And oh my god how I despise
My daddy's moonshine still
[Chorus]
Daddy's moonshine still was good for nothing
But to break mama's heart
And to tear our home apart
Make our lives a living hell

[Verse 3]
Well it broke mama's heart but she understood
The day that I left home for good
But I had to find me another way to live
Well I sent mama money nearly every day
And how I made it, well I'd rather not say
But at least it took me far away
From daddy's moonshine still
My bootlegging daddy was known quite well
And he made our home a living hell
And I haven't forgot it and I know that I never will
My mama finally died she just gave up
And daddy finally died from drinking that stuff
And bad memories haunt the rest of us
From daddy's moonshine still

[Chorus]
Daddy's moonshine still was good for nothing
But to break mama's heart
And to tear our home apart
Make our lives a living hell