Muffins & Moonshine

“Popcorn” sold

Untaxed likker.

Made it fast,

Sold it quicker.

Loathed by some;

Loved by others.

Kissed by sisters;

Kicked by brothers.

No Huntin’—No Fishin’—No Timber-Cuttin’

Why not say: No tender muffins!

Whatta way to punish corn.

Might as well he’d n’r been born.

Bones & skin.

Plaid & denim.

Chased white whiskey,

Nev’r wimmim.

Chose Fedora

As his hat.

Grew-a beard

Like Brillo pads.

No Huntin’—No Fishin’—No Timber-Cuttin’

Why not say: No tenda lovin’

Seems a shame to smash a still,

Wastin’ hooch in a Fire Drill.

Pop poked gov-mints,

Re-ve-no-ors.

2-bit sheriffs,

Hayseed chewers.

Wasn’t no hero;

W’n’t no saint.

W’n’t no “Star!”

Was-n’t quaint.

No Huntin’—No Fishin’—No Timber-Cuttin’

Why not say: “No tender muffins!”

Whatta way to punish corn.

Might-a wished he’d n’r been born.

Night before

He went to jail,

Said, “I’d rather

Be in hell!”

Went to sleep

In his ol’ Ford

Didn’t get up

In the dewy morn.

No Huntin’—No Fishin’—No Timber-Cuttin’

Why not say: “No tender muffins!”

Whatta way to punish corn.

Might as well he’d n’r been born.