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Cool and cloudy nights upon Boll Mountain, Alabama

Flashing through my mind was Big Homer’s reputation

The clouds rolled by and then I saw the shadow of a lady

I was stealing corn from Homer Lawson’s field

A man who really didn’t give a damn

It was Homer’s lovely daughter Julie Ann

The rattle of the cornstalks and the bark of Homer’s hound dog

They say he shot ol' Mountain Joe for just one ear of corn

I smelled the perfume in her hair as she sat down beside me

Made me hug the ground and lie dead still

And laughed the day they laid him in the ground

Whispered, «Papa's running moonshine again»

Well, I can hear the breaking of the sticks

From someone’s footsteps

I thank God for cloudy nights and Alabama’s whiskey stills

But shaky legs just can’t get up and run

And harvest time in Homer Lawson’s field

And as I lay there breathless, the next thing I expected

I thank God for cloudy nights and Alabama’s whiskey stills

Was a blast of hell from Homer Lawson’s gun

And harvest time in Homer Lawson’s field

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