Lyrics
Daddy ran a still on the Maggie Valley ridge
Corn liquor running clear, shining in the fridge
Mama played hymns while the revenuers prayed
But Papa kept the fire hot, never walked away
We were raised on stories and a five‑string tune
Fog on the mountain and a Carolina moon
Old pine cabin where the floorboards creak
And the church bells echo through the holler each week
Daddy’s old Ford down a gravel road
Moonshine crates in a heavy load
Headlights off when the night got thick
I'm praying that the law wouldn’t catch him quickly
Mama in the kitchen with a Bible worn
Singing “Amazing Grace” from the break of morn
She said, “Son, don’t end up like your old man did
Running from the law on that Maggie Valley ridge”
But the banjo called like a whippoorwill
Every hammer‑on felt like another thrill
I took my songs to the radio waves
I hope that my voice might buy Daddy a grave
Now I’m standing on stage with the lights turned low
Sing about the ridge and the life I know
High‑lonesome tenor with a mandolin cry
Fiddle like the wind through the mountain sky
Daddy’s long gone, but the stories stay
Smoke from his still never fades away
When the band kicks off and the crowd leans in
I hear his laugh in the mandolin
So if you hear a song ‘bout a mountain town
Where the law came up and the sun went down
Know it’s carved from the heart of a back‑road kid
Whose daddy ran a still on the Maggie Valley ridge
Details
GeneratedJun 27, 2026
Duration2:56
LanguageEnglish
Style
Traditional bluegrass, high tenor lead,key of A major,tempo fast/ medium-fast,acoustic guitar, fiddle,banjo,mandolin
Credits
Prompt byDeepBlade69
ModelAria v5.5
