From the recording Rootless Seed
Lyrics
Whiteline Moonshine
M. Litton
(title: Walt Wesselowski)
Dingy old tavern at the edge of town
Overhead there’s a long black cloud
Inside they begin to rock ‘n roll
Why do the heathen rage?
Good Lord, I’ll tell ya if ya wanna know...
Come on children now clap your hands
Throw off your burden and start to dance
Y’all don’t need no whiskey, wine, or gin
Here’s a special recipe, you can try it again and again
It’s called Whiteline Moonshine, in like a lamb out like a lion
Ain’t no quicker path to paradise
I’m leavin’ the low road, takin’ the high road tonight...
“Whiteline” in the mirror down my life’s highway
“Moonshine” through the trees where the shadows play
Now I’m a sinner and I don’t mind dyin’
I said dyin’, hear me dying, O Lord I’m dyin’
I’m a sinner good Lord and I really don’t mind dyin’...
Just give me Whiteline Moonshine, in like a lamb out like a lion
Ain’t no quicker path to paradise
I’m leavin’ the low road, takin’ the high road tonight
Amen brother, let’s all rejoice
Hereon after it’s our Lady’s choice
So just relax and play it off the wall
The first will be last, there ain’t no hurry at all...
Give me Whiteline Moonshine, in like a lamb out like a lion
Ain’t no quicker path to paradise
I’m leavin’ the the low road, takin’ the high road tonight.