| You can call me a hog-drunken swine | 
| Because I like drinking wine | 
| But I’m really not drunk all the time | 
| I was sober when I made up this rhyme | 
| There’s Moonshine in the mountains | 
| And it’s going so cheap | 
| So grab yourself a bucket | 
| A still’s waters run deep | 
| There’s an injun who married a squaw | 
| 'Cause her feet, they were size twenty four | 
| I’ll tell you what he marridged her for | 
| When you help me get up from this floor | 
| There’s Moonshine in the mountains | 
| And it’s going so cheap | 
| So grab yourself a bucket | 
| A still’s waters run deep | 
| Well the reason this redskin got wed | 
| To his freak-footed bride, like I said | 
| Has completely gone out of my head | 
| Won’t you please pass that bottle instead | 
| There’s Moonshine in the mountains | 
| And it’s going so cheap | 
| So grab yourself a bucket | 
| A still’s waters run deep | 
| I remember it much better now | 
| It had something to do with a cow | 
| She could milk it with one foot and plough | 
| With the other, no that ain’t right somehow | 
| There’s Moonshine in the mountains | 
| And it’s going so cheap | 
| So grab yourself a bucket | 
| A still’s waters run deep | 
| I recall that they both came to town | 
| She was wearing a buffalo gown | 
| And the old man, when he saw my frown | 
| Said she’s great when she treads them grapes down | 
| There’s Moonshine in the mountains | 
| And it’s going so cheap | 
| So grab yourself a bucket | 
| A still’s waters run deep |