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I am the neighborhood moonshiner the pride of the tenement block
I you want some more come find my door and give it a triple knock
If I’m ever caught I’m sure to rot behind the prison wall
But until that day it’s hip hooray for tax free alcohol

By the statutes of our nation you’ve a freedom to ferment
But dip into distillation and you’ve crossed the government
You can press your wine or cider, you can brew your bock or stout
But you’re bound for time on a felony crime if you take the water out

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When I’m distilling alcohol there’s safety on my mind
I’ll even remove the methanol so the customer don’t go blind
But if one night you catch a sight of the tenement up in flame
You’ll hear the boom come from my room and know that I’m to blame

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My whiskey does such miracles as you’d see in holy men
It’ll send you pell-mell down to hell and bring you back again
One day a man on Nicollet got hit by a light rail car
The doctor said the poor boy’s dead, come get me a whiskey jar

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If cops and hounds should come around to find my store of juice
Just tell them it’s a solvent that we made for industrial use
The art of distillation isn’t made for grift or fun-
It’s the vital lubrication that makes the Mayor’s office run

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