STUART HOLLINGER

Lyrics

Shine

Big black Ford tearing up the road in the back bed a heavy load
So precious So fine
Born under a silvery Moon taste tester’s sing a tune
So amazing, Sweet and smooth

Straight as an arrow 54, driving down there more and more
We’re old friends whenever we meet
Making a mile picking up the pace can’t lose ground can’t be late
Special delivery, sugar and corn

Moonshiner’s women and men making a living’s not a sin
Ain’t funny how it all began a long time ago

Brewing it up late at night, pressures on to get it right
There’s deadlines another town to paint
A batch is done ready to ride load it up ready to fly
On a dusty highway straightaway home

Moonshiner’s women and men making a livings not a sin
Ain’t it funny how it all began a long time ago

GrandMa gave a little bit to the Cat, nows he’s dancing on GrandPa’s hat
Fired up full throttle White lightning in a bottle

Moonshiner’s at it again making a living not a sin
Ain’t it funny how it all began a long time ago