Well the sun don't shine On a moonshine still Copper line hiding in the side of a hill It'll get you there It'll get you there quicker Fruit jar full of that good corn liquor Now when I was young About five or six Daddy lost a job and my mama took sick And times got tough And mama got sicker Daddy started running that good corn liquor Well the sun don't shine On a moonshine still Copper line hiding in the side of a hill It'll get you there It'll get you there quicker Fruit jar full of that good corn liquor I remember that night It was a blood red moon And daddy was doing what he had to do When a shot rang out And the sheriff pulled the trigger And daddy stopped running that good corn liquor