Show 4 A Moon shiners soliloquy A sat in his cave in in the hill counting the drops as they came from the still now and then smiling to think of the kick the stuff he was brewing would give to the hick said he to himself st surely irely im qu quite i alte essential this game is my broad bread my spirits credential what care I 1 for pr ohis Is their blessings or curse I 1 since its making me famous and filling my purse though to drink of the poison im making to sell Is to abandon all hope with assurance of liell hell but the public demands it and so long as they do ill ke keenright epright keep right on selling my fuz brow brew I 1 I 1 and if the law cops start treating me rough ill tame and bribe them with a drink of my stiff stuff 1 then why should I 1 worry in this life filled with fun believe me I 1 dont yo ho and a bottle of L R S |