Hes been a moonshiner for many long years
He spent all his money on whiskey and beers
And his breath is as sweet
As the dew on the vine
God bless that moonshiner
Oh, I wish he was mine

Her parents don't allow him
To enter their door
Good morning corn liquor
I'll try you once more
And his breath is as sweet
As the dew on the vine
God bless that moonshiner
Oh, I wish he was mine

She tore out his pockets
And stitched up the seems
She fed that moonshiner
On sweet milk and cream
And his breath is as sweet
As the dew on the vine
God bless that moonshiner
Oh, I wish he was mine

He'll back up some holler
And set up his still
He'll sell you a gallon
For a two dollar bill
And his breath is as sweet
As the dew on the vine
God bless that moonshiner
Oh, I wish he was mine