White Lighting Moonshine
White Lighting Moonshine
drinking 160 proof white lighting moonshine
by the light of the silvery moon
the evening breeze moving through the oak trees
makes me happy
in the Shenandoah Valley
the firelight flickering bright
as my friends and I
tell stories some are true some are a lie
but by and by we enjoy
the way our lives unfolded
in the Shenandoah Valley
we were born and raised here
and here we will die
never been very far away
no good reason to we love it here
in the Shenandoah Valley
we play our guitars and fiddles
singing songs of life and lost loves
as we drink our 160 proof white lighting moonshine
by the light of the silvery moon
in the Shenandoah Valley
Dennis Davis
Copyright © Dennis Davis | Year Posted 2014
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