MUSIC: D. Schoufs LYRICS: D. Schoovaerts/U. Balfe No dimes in your pocket No bills in your wallet No cash in the bank Ain't no good at all Honey you're not wise You don't realise People talk you know Guess what I've been told When you come home late That beat look on your face Don't tell me it's because You're working night and day I'm not blind I got eyes you see You're a mean moonshiner You've been seen down at Joe's Spending all of my dough Splashing bourbon and rye Playing randy and dandy, the game stakes are high Honey you're a lie Just a no good guy Phoney Romeo In a late late show When I took you home To mama she said This guy looks like He's got a hole in his head Lord protect us from evil she cried He's a mean moonshiner Honey don't you grieve When I take my leave I ain't gonna cry For my last goodbye I'm gonna take that door Don't care what you say You never did say much anyway I care no longer For the company Of a mean moonshiner
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