Southern Culture On The Skids - Corn Liquor lyrics

Corn liquor It sure can burn Corn liquor Makes your stomach turn Corn liquor Makes you go hog wild Corn liquor Is just my style Now way back in the woods Where I come from My daddy had a still And my momma had a gun Yonder came the sheriff Tried to make us run Momma shot him dead Now I'm her only son Everybody got something to lose Hey everybody Everybody's got something to lose A shot of that stuff'll make you lose yours too Corn liquor I'm saying corn liquor Everybody got something to lose Hey everybody Everybody got something to lose A shot of that stuff'll make you lose yours too Corn liquor It sure can burn Corn liquor Makes your stomach turn Corn liquor Makes you go hog wild Corn liquor Is just my style Now momma's back in prison It's life without parole And daddy's down in georgia Selling pecan roll I'm back in this hollow Just playin' my fiddle And selling my corn liquor To the poor sheriff's widow Corn liquor It sure can burn Corn liquor Makes your stomach turn Corn liquor Makes you go hog wild Corn liquor Is just my style Corn liquor I'm sayin' corn liquor It's that corn liquor It's that corn liquor Corn liquor