There's an old still in the valley beside my daddy's grave - And a light burning slow burning slow. It's the one thing that was left me as I came back from the war - And it's still burning slow burning slow.
No way could Billie ever need a moonshine man like me? Illegal moonshine still you bring me down.
I tried working for a living even tried to sing the blues - From my heart burning slow burning slow. Turning music into money couldn't make her change her mind - And it's so burning slow burning slow.
No way could Billie ever need a moonshine man like me? No way could Billie ever need a moonshine man like me? . . . Still you bring me down.
No way could Billie ever need a moonshine man like me? . . . No way could Billie ever need a moonshine man like me? . . . Still you bring me down.