Door to Door

Daddy was a runner/ in a souped-up Edsel Ford With a trunk full of white lightning/ and a loaded forty-four He always started late/ left the police at the gate When he delivered moonshine door to door

I learned the trade just like my daddy did On the back roads of the county / when I was just a kid No time for biscuits, beans and country ham/ We ate Vienna sausage from a can

Door to door. Door to door The welcome mat was always out From the good folks on our route When we delivered moonshine door to door

He would always tell me/ "Don't buy whiskey at the store. It's only half as good/ and costs a whole lot more" Our still house got the axe/ 'cause we didn't pay no tax 'Best to get your moonshine door to door."

Daddy didn't worry about the law The sheriff was his brother/ the mayor was his paw They always took good care of Dad and me/ 'Specially when they got their liquor free…

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Now when I'm watching NASCAR/ they're flying 'round the track I think about my Daddy/ oh, how it takes me back He'd say "stay low in the turns, that's the way the rubber burns" It's just like hauling moonshine door to door

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