There's an old still in the valley beside my daddy's grave -And a light burning slowburning slow.It's the one thing that was left meas I came back from the war -And it's still burning slowburning slow.No way could Billie ever need a moonshine man like me?Illegal moonshine stillyou bring me down.I tried working for a livingeven tried to sing the blues -From my heartburning slowburning slow.Turning music into moneycouldn't make her change her mind -And it's so burning slowburning slow.No way could Billie ever need a moonshine man like me?No way could Billie ever need a moonshine man like me? . . .Stillyou bring me down.No way could Billie ever need a moonshine man like me? . . .No way could Billie ever need a moonshine man like me? . . .Stillyou bring me down.