Sun drops slow past the mountain ridge
Dust still hangin’ in my hair
Boots kicked off by a cracklin’ fire
In that cool Appalachian air
Old mason jar passed hand to hand
Clear as a mountain stream
By the second pull them boys start swearin’
They lived a hundred wild dreams
Just campfires ‘n moonshine, burnin’ bright
Stories growin’ bigger every Friday night
Coal dust laughter driftin’ through the pines
Ain’t nothin’ better than campfires ‘n moonshine
Tall tales roll like a river through time
And every jar tastes just fine
When you’re sittin’ with the boys
By campfires ‘n moonshine
Tommy swears he caught a catfish
Big as a jon boat hull
Says it nearly pulled him clean downstream
Till his shotgun went off full
Now we all know that fish was maybe
Long as a work boot line
But every year that sucker grows
By the help of that moonshine
Just campfires ‘n moonshine, burnin’ bright
Stories growin’ bigger every Friday night
Coal miner jokes and ridgeline rhymes
Ain’t nothin’ better than campfires ‘n moonshine
You’ll hear about fights and women divine
And half of it fueled by shine
One old boy says he outran law dogs
Through a holler thick with fog
Another swears he whipped three men
With nothin’ but a fence post log
Truth gets blurry when the jar goes ’round
But nobody really minds
‘Cause the truth ain’t half as fun
As them moonlit mountain lies
We work all week in a hole in the ground
Where the sun don’t ever shine
So Friday night we make our own
With campfires ‘n moonshine
Just campfires ‘n moonshine, burnin’ bright
Stars hang heavy in the mountain night
Coal dust brothers passin’ time
Ain’t nothin’ better than campfires ‘n moonshine
Years roll on but the stories stay prime
And the jars keep pourin’ fine
Yeah the fire burns low, but the talk runs high
And them tall tales stretch the line
Lord I hope I’m sittin’ here forever
With campfires ‘n moonshine
“Campfires ‘N Moonshine” is track number 1 on the Thumper Barrel album, No. 3 Mine.
Track: Campfires ‘N Moonshine
Album: No. 3 Mine
ISRC: QZRP52615055
ASCAP: 935192027