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Lyrics
[Verse]
Down in the holler where the wildflowers grow,
Lives a bootlegger named Johnny, makin' moonshine slow,
With his still in the woods, he works by the night,
Boilin' up the spirits in the pale moonlight.
[Verse 2]
Sheriff Tom's got a duty, to uphold the law,
Eyes on Johnny's still, and he's fixin' to brawl,
But Johnny's got the know-how, quick on his feet,
He’s outsmartin' the sheriff, to the rhythm of his beat.
[Chorus]
It's a mountain moonshine showdown, who’ll take the crown,
Sheriff's chasin' Johnny all across this old town,
Square dance to the rhythm of the chase through the pines,
A battle of the wits with that Appalachian shine.
[Verse 3]
Johnny's got the townsfolk all on his side,
They've tasted his mash, there's no way to divide,
With every swig, they cheer and they hoot,
Sheriff's red in the face, but he'll give it the boot.
[Verse 4]
Moonshine’s a-blazin', the sheriff set his trap,
But Johnny's got the spirit, he won't take no nap,
With a twirl and a whistle, he dodges the line,
Sheriff's left a-fumblin', just wastin' his time.
[Chorus]
It's a mountain moonshine showdown, who’ll take the crown,
Sheriff's chasin' Johnny all across this old town,
Square dance to the rhythm of the chase through the pines,
A battle of the wits with that Appalachian shine.
Details
GeneratedJun 3, 2024
Duration2:35
Style
country danceable
Credits
Prompt byA.I.Battleofthebands
ModelAria v3.5
Prompt
a sassy, catchy, country western squaredancing jam about an Appalachian mountain moonshine bootlegger who went to war with the local town sherrif
