When walking one day down a dusty trail in the mountain
I saw your fence and I climbed it down to the ground
On the ground I walked and on the rock there was your still
There was your still
There's a bar in Alabama, and it's called The Red Rose
and I go there when I'm thirsty; that's the only reason I suppose
There was a man beside me
For ten long years I stayed at home
But that man has gone and left me to do some drinking on his own
And I think God is a moonshiner
His skin is gold from the whiskey in his blood
I think in heaven there is a bar room,
A place where men go forget about their wives
The sun's rising when I'm drinking, and it sets while I'm asleep
And I drag my loneliness to the next bar that I see
And I think God is a moonshiner
His skin is gold from the whiskey in his blood
I think in heaven there is a bar room,
A place where men go forget about their wives
I know I've had enough of this town
There's not much more for me to see
But there's Bibles falling from the skies down here
And I don't think God has time for me
I think God is a moonshiner
His skin is gold from the whiskey in his blood
I think in heaven there is a bar room,
A place where men go forget about their wives
I walked to your still, and I drank my fill on the rock