Granddaddy ran a still down by the pines,

Taught me the trade with a whisper and a shine.

Copper coils sing like a gospel choir,

Smoke in the trees, hearts full of fire.

Sheriff came knockin’, dogs on the trail,

We slipped through the mud with a jug and a pail.

Raised in the shadows where the law won’t go,

Made a livin’ on liquor, raised on the low.

Moonshine and razor wire,

Running from the flames, chasin’ that fire.

Freedom’s a gamble, sin’s the buy,

But a man can’t quit till the bottle runs dry.

Moonshine and razor wire,

Cut me deep, but I still get higher.

A soul like mine don’t retire—

Moonshine and razor wire.

Did a year in Huntsville, fence on my mind,

Steel gates hum like a ghost every night.

Carved my name in the back of a cell,

Promised the Lord, but I know damn well—

When the moon hangs low and the woods turn black,

That old still calls and it drags me back.

Some men pray, some men fight,

Me, I bleed for that outlaw life.

Moonshine and razor wire,

Running from the flames, chasin’ that fire.

Freedom’s a gamble, sin’s the buy,

But a man can’t quit till the bottle runs dry.

Moonshine and razor wire,

Cut me deep, but I still get higher.

A soul like mine don’t retire—

Moonshine and razor wire.

You can chain my hands, you can cage my name,

But you can’t drown a swamp-born flame.

Every drop’s a sin, every sip’s a song,

And I been singin’ outlaw all along.

Moonshine and razor wire,

Running from the flames, chasin’ that fire.

Freedom’s a gamble, sin’s the buy,

But a man can’t quit till the bottle runs dry.

Moonshine and razor wire,

Cut me deep, but I still get higher.

Devil’s drink, preacher’s choir—

Moonshine and razor wire.

(Outro – dirty swamp riff fades, Skins growls:)

“Hell, that’s the gospel where I come from.”