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Al Duvall - Fire Up The Still Lyrics

The land is my living, but I can't see how
It's too thick to drink and too thin to plow
The sow took the measles and the meat was poor
We got no windows 'cept a broken door
So we left our hollers in search of dollars
In wide-brimmed hats and cardboard collars
We cobbed our corn and we struck our mash
We peddle our jars for that big city cash

Fire up the still
Take our troubles and boil them down
Fire up the still
And the essence goes 'round and 'round
So take Granny's ear trumpet and play me a song
Hot and salty and two minutes long
Say what you will--we're gonna fire up the still

I play second fiddle in a one-man band
In a cheap speakeasy at High and Grand
The cocaine dispenser is on the fritz
The piano player's wearing oven mitts
But soon enough, they grab my scruff
My poisoned shine was a little too rough
I'm riding a bucket goin' down a well
It must be jelly, 'cause it burns like hell
Fire up the still
Take our troubles and boil them down
Fire up the still
And the essence goes 'round and 'round
So take Granny's ear trumpet and play me a song
Hot and salty and two minutes long
Say what you will--we're gonna fire up the still
Say what you will--we're gonna fire up the still