Grandpas Bootleg Whiskey Ride

Original Southern Rock song Grandpa's Bootleg Whiskey Ride by Gary Crockett. Feel free to comment like and share so I can keep creating.

Transcript

00:00On a back road in the moonlight flow, Grandpa had a secret, he didn't let it show.

00:15With barrels full of corn and a fire in his soul, he'd brew the finest whiskey, it was his main goal.

00:21Underneath the stars he'd work through the night, distilling that liquor till the sky turned white.

00:27The smell of sweet corn dancing in the air, in a world of troubles he hadn't a care.

00:34Oh, Grandpa's corn whiskey, a shimmering gold, he'd load up the barrels, dare and enfold.

00:41Driving into town with a wink and a grin, running the car on the liquor within it.

00:47Rumbled and roared like a beast on the track, with Grandpa's sweet whiskey, there was never lack.

00:57With a fiddle in the back and a laugh in the wind, he'd crank up the engine, let adventure begin.

01:04His old Chevy rumbled, every bump would shake, the spirit of the corn, never tired, never fake.

01:11Rolling through the hills with the moon shining bright, those local bar flies knew he'd made it alright.

01:16A smile on his face as he made his round, selling joy in a bottle where freedom abounds.

01:23Oh, Grandpa's corn whiskey, a shimmering gold, he'd load up the barrels, dare and enfold.

01:30Driving into town with a wink and a grin, running the car on the liquor within it.

01:36Rumbled and roared like a beast on the track, with Grandpa's sweet whiskey, there was never lack.

01:42The tales he'd spin, they would light up the night of moonshine chases, oh, what a sight.

01:54The lawman was close, but he never caught on with a heart full of laughter.

01:59He'd be gone by dawn.

02:01Now I sit by the fire and I wish I could see Grandpa's old truck charging wild and free.

02:18With stories of whiskey sailing through the years, his spirit lives on in laughter and cheers.

02:24He taught me the ways of the heart and the land, how to make something great with just your own hands.

02:30So here's to the memories, the laughter, the pride.

02:33With Grandpa's corn whiskey, we'll always abide.

02:38So if you hear a rumble and the fiddles play clear, raise a glass to my Grandpa, let's make it a cheer.

02:45For the corn whiskey legacy that never will die.

02:48In the heart of the night, we will always ride high.

02:53I'm sorry.

03:11I'm sorry.

03:13Oh