Based on namirshaba's ear. A D Moonshine, moonshine G A The sour mash is doing fine B E I feel like I’m doing time D A G D In this country shack of mine, oh mine, oh mine Sunshine, sunshine Found a cloud to hide behind Baby’s gone and I don’t mind Pour myself a glass of homemade wine E B There’s a bottle on the floor A D I don’t think it was there before E B Baby, she don’t clean no more A D I think she’s tired of being poor Shiny cars and fancy clothes Where they come from I don’t know My baby thinks she needs them though So she takes my money and off she goes Sitting by a rusty still Waiting for the thing to fill And I gave my girl a dollar bill Buy some flour from the mill, oh well She come home Moonshine, moonshine What a way to spend your time My baby’s crossed the county line I need something to ease my weary mind Sitting by my rusty still Waiting for the thing to fill And I gave my girl a dollar bill Buy some flour from the mill, oh well She come home Moonshine, moonshine What a way to spend your time Baby’s crossed the county line I need something to ease my weary mind To ease my weary mind, to ease my weary mind