Montgomery County Moonshine

Bunch a kids hanging at that Conroe lake

Pickin’ our guitars, singing George Strait

Built a still by hand, named it Papa’s Brew

Somehow we downed a Mason jar or two

When the sun would sink in the clear, cool water

The moonlight seemed to shine on us forever

I’d play my guitar and hit my groove

That’s the last thing my Dad wanted me to do

don’t you waste your time pickin’ that guitar

It ain’t gonna get you far

Yea, and he’s right proud of me now

In my corner office downtown

But, I’d give it all back for some red dirt on my boots

head down the 105 home to my roots

One more night when my dreams were alive

With country music, and Montgomery County Moonshine

I was always taught that father knows best

So, I chose his picture of success

But for all the high fives and fancy wine

It’ ain’t country music or that good ol’ Moonshine

don’t you waste your time pickin’ that guitar

It ain’t gonna get you far

Yea, and he’s right proud of me now

In my corner office downtown

But, I’d give it all back for some red dirt on my boots

head down the 105 home to my roots

One more night when my dreams were alive

With country music, and Montgomery County Moonshine

don’t you waste your time pickin’ that guitar

It ain’t gonna get you far

Yea, and he’s right proud of me now

In my corner office downtown

But, I’d give it all back for some red dirt on my boots

head down the 105 home to my roots

One more night when my dreams were alive

With country music, and Montgomery County Moonshine

With country music, and Montgomery County Moonshine

Yeah, that good ol’ Montgomery Country Moonshine