Once those leaves drop that's the end of another season for sengers and shiners. I'm guessing this is in the North East?
Come all you moonshiners, if you want to hear
‘Bout the kind of bull that they sale around here
Made a way back in top of them hills
where they’s plenty of moonshine stills.
Well we don’t give a darn for your false wet laws and your prohibition, ye old scarecrow
Made out of buckeye but aged in corn and was bottled up in some barn.
One drop will make a rabbit whip a bulldog
Taste will make a rat whip a wild hog
Make a mouse spy on a tomcat’s tail
Make a tadpole raise up, up with a whale
Make a fly fly off an elephant’s snout
Make a poodle dog take a tiger around
Make a toad spit in a black snake’s face
Make a hard-shell preacher to fall from grace
Then we will lay down with our wife, after drinking that ol’ moonshine
Throw back your hand and take a little drink
And for a week you won’t be able to think.
Then you’ll take just another little bit, then get ready to throw a fit,
Locked up in some jailhouse tight, they’re out on the street trying to raise a fine.
Then you’re gettin’ awfully sick, and be worse than the merry ol’ heck
Swear that you never would drink it anymore
But you said that a hundred times before
Then moonblackers are gettin’ might slick and the bootleggers are getting mighty slick
They keep on at we’ll have to work, to keep from selling to each other I’ll declare.