Parliament - Moonshine Heather lyrics

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Parliament - Moonshine Heather lyrics

She sold some to the policeman And the neighbours copped a grudge She didn't give a damn you know She sold some to the judge and if you come down and out And do not have a dime You can come to her on Friday morning And buy yourself some on time Ain't that taking care of business Ain't that taking care of business It's not that she enjoy this life Living outside the law It's just that there are 14 kids Their father died in the war And each and every Sabbath day She prays for all her sins But reality says to her my child Take care of your 14 kids So she's taking care of business So she's taking care of business She'd sell some to the Frenchman, The Blackman, or the Dutch But one thing is for certain sure They could not stand too much 100 proof - hers has got to be The finest corn around Lift you up when you're down and out And bring your body down Cause she's taking care of business Cause she's taking care of business

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