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Papa Joe lived in the backwoods, up on the Bacon Ridge 
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Had himself a whole lotta whiskey burning from a home made copper still 
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He carried that Whiskey in a big pine box in a 
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Long black Cadillac 
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Towns folk thought it was the local mortician  
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With somebody laying in the back 
 
 
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One day papa Joe and the preacher 
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They were sipping on a Mason Jar 
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When somebody down at the funeral parlour  
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Drove away with the old man's car 
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He was heading to the sunny side graveyard where  
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everyone was gathered around 
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By the time papa Joe and the preacher got there 
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They had buried that box in the ground 
 
 
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Yes he carried that whisky in a big pine box 
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In a long black Cadillac 
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The towns folk though it was a local mortician  
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With somebody laying in the back 
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It was full of papa Joes white lighting 
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It was better than the preachers wine 
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It was 80 proof genuine, guaranteed to blow you mind 
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Papa Joe's pure moonshine 
 
 
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A little later on that evening 
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Just as the sun went down 
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Somebody caught old papa Joe 
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He was digging that box from the ground 
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Nobody said a word about 
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But it should have made the front page news 
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Rumour had it that the judge and the sheriff 
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Started sipping on the ole man's brew 
 
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