Hill Still

Hill Still

Down the road and on top the hill.
My grandpa had a moonshine still.
From dawn to dust he made a brew.
Quench the thirst of his shady crew.

The light of dawn to shadows of dusk.
Brewed his potion from corn in husk.
Nobody ever trespass on his land.
The police or G men from uncle Sam.

For my grandpa had several Pit Bulls.
Roamed the hill looking for any fools.
He never worried about being sought.
The dogs guarded he wasn't caught.

BY: Kings

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