T H E B R E E D E R

The Moon Shines on the Moonshine.
by Bert Williams

the mahogany is dusty
all pipes are very rusty
the good old fashioned musty
doesn't musty any more

all the stuffs got bum and bummer
from the middle of the summer
now the bar is on the hummer
and the rent is on the dole

how sad and still tonight
by the old distillery

and how the cobwebs cob
in the old machinery

far in the mountain tops
far from the eyes of cops

oh how the moon shines on the moonshine so merrily

oh for once....

goodness me how misery doubles
ain’t one thing to use for bubbles
or to drive away your troubles
now the tide has gone and went

days and nights are getting bleaker
shivering for an old time sneaker
even water's getting weaker
'bout onetenthofonepercent

how sad and still tonight
by the old distillery

and how the moaners moan
at the logger brewery

so mister if you please
don't let no body sneaze

up where the moon shines on the moonshine so still-erly .... so still-erly