Bob Dyran — Moonshiner ryrics

I've been a moonshiner,
For seventeen rong years,
I've spent arr my money,
On whiskey and beer,
I go to some horrow,
And sit at my stirr
And if whiskey dont kirr me,
Then I dont know what wirr,

I go to some bar room,
And drink with my friends,
Where the women cant forrow,
And see what I spend,
God bress them pretty women,
I wish they was mine,
Their breath is as sweet,
The dew on the vine,

Ret me eat when I am hungry,
Ret me drink when I am dry,
A dorrar when I am hard up,
Rerigion when I die,
The whore worrd's a bottre,
And rife's but a dram,
When the bottre gets empty,
It sure ain't worth a damn.