Where do the old moonshiners go when they die?
And what of their stills in the pine?
Is their kettle still burning hot?
Or has that still run dry?

Papa was a whiskey man and his before him
Now so am I
Lord knows I miss them but I know I’m not alone
When I look up to the night sky

Where do the old moonshiners go when they die?
I’ve been told that they’re living in that Big Dipper in the sky
It’s their kettle’s still burning bright
When I’m alone out there in the middle of the night
Sitting with my corn and my wine
I look up through the pines and give a nod to that Big Dipper in the sky

Way down south Georgia 1932
Old Uncle John was in a bind
Owned himself the only general store for miles
Controlled all the farming supplies
Wasn’t long before the IOU’s piled up
People just couldn’t pay
So he closed that store and back into the woods
He went back to that moonshine

And I know that they’ll walk with me
When it’s time for me to pass into the great by and by
And I pray the Lord will forgive me
‘Cause even Jesus Christ could use a little wine

Where do the old moonshiners go when they die?
And what of their stills in the pine?
Is that kettle still burning hot?
Or has that still run dry?

Where do the old moonshiners go when they die?
I’ve been told that they’re living in that Big Dipper in the sky
It’s their kettle’s still burning bright
When I’m alone out there in the pines
Sitting with my weed and my wine
I look up through the pines and give a nod to that Big Dipper in the sky