Southern Culture on the Skids - Corn Liquor Lyrics

Corn liquor
It sure can burn
Corn liquor
Makes your stomach turn
Corn liquor
Makes you go hog wild
Corn liquor
Is just my style

Now way back in the woods
Where I come from
My daddy had a still
And my momma had a gun
Yonder came the sheriff
Tried to make us run
Momma shot him dead
Now I'm her only son

Everybody got something to lose
Hey everybody
Everybody's got something to lose
A shot of that stuff'll make you lose yours too

Corn liquor
I'm saying corn liquor

Everybody got something to lose
Hey everybody
Everybody got something to lose
A shot of that stuff'll make you lose yours too

Corn liquor
It sure can burn
Corn liquor
Makes your stomach turn
Corn liquor
Makes you go hog wild
Corn liquor
Is just my style

Now momma's back in prison
It's life without parole
And daddy's down in Georgia
Selling pecan roll
I'm back in this hollow
Just playin' my fiddle
And selling my corn liquor
To the poor sheriff's widow

Corn liquor
It sure can burn
Corn liquor
Makes your stomach turn
Corn liquor
Makes you go hog wild
Corn liquor
Is just my style

Corn liquor
I'm sayin' corn liquor
It's that corn liquor
It's that corn liquor
Corn liquor