I was born and raised
A bootlegger's boy
In the Cherokee Hills
I applied my trade
In Mountain City
I had me a time
Just making money
On Moonshine

So I hauled my load
Into Knoxville Town
I met me a gal
And we knocked around
But them Knoxville girls
Can't leave me alone
In my suits so fine
And my bottle of corn

I'm going back to Mountain City
Where I can make another run
Load my trunk with Moonshine whiskey
I am a brave Bootlegger's son

Someone sold that corn
To the Circuit Judge
On the Public Square
To Mayor Trent
But I met with trouble
On the tracks one night
With a drunken man
I commenced to fight
Yeah I fought five rounds
Then I put him away
With a wicked jab
From a razor blade
And the women screamed
As the bottles broke
On stoney ground
Where the blood did flow

I'm going back to Mountain City
Gonna make those revenues run
I killed a man in a feud of whiskey
I am a cruel Bootlegger's son

Now I roam the night
Just to hide my shame
I lost all my money
Can't find a friend
Gonna drag my bones
To the mountainside
If corn don't kill me
I might never die

I'm going back to Mountain City
Or else they'll hang me this I know
I killed a man in a feud of whiskey
I am a cruel Bootlegger's boy
I'm going back to Mountain City
To the Cherokee Hills I started from
Going home broke ain't it a pity
I am a cruel Bootlegger's son