Moonshine Songtext
von Lindisfarne

Give me moonshine
Got to have that old moonshine
Give me moonshine
Got to have that old moonshine

This is the life and times
Of a man who almost made it
Ace, king, to ten of hearts, the perfect hand
He almost made it

Give me moonshine
Got to have that old moonshine

This the plan that left him dreamin′
This the scheme within a scheme
With eyes that ran and legs that faltered
The morning found that all cones were empty


Give me moonshine
Got to have that old moonshine

Give me moonshine
Got to have that old moonshine
Give me moonshine
Got to have that old moonshine

And at his tail, a new batch croakin'
One hundred proof, the perfect blend
Three barrels gone and he′s still locin'
Because he's dead
Because it′s just because

Give me moonshine
Got to have that old moonshine
Give me moonshine
Got to have that old moonshine (Oh)
Give me moonshine
Got to have that old moonshine