LYRIC

My grandfather died up in the hills of Appalachia
Working on a submarine still
They found him while the mash
Was still fermenting in the boiler
His back against an oak upon the hill
And luckily my father knew
And I could learn a thing or two
About running and securing revenue
Keeping up with changing times
Dodging governmental fines
Trying to stay alive like people do

Alive
Doing fine
Runnin' shine

Alive
Doing fine
Just runnin' shine

I met a girl not long ago
Who may become someone I know
If she can handle everything I do
She has to understand that there's
A difference between loving me
And wanting me to be somebody new
But I know she's a gift as well
Carolina silver bell
And she could give me something that I need
While I'm chased by federal revenuers
Executing slick maneuvers
Trying to stay alive but living free

Alive
Doing fine
Runnin' shine

Alive
Doing fine
Just runnin' shine

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