'Oh Anna, ‘s something you need?'
She answered, 'The stuff’s not cheap it’s true…
But I like it!'
My spirits can drive you to drink
That Marshall, don’t like what it makes you do
So I hide it!
Oh in the dark of a backwoods night
I blend my mash ‘till the mix is nice
Copper flash and a pilot fire
How the pressure’s buildin’
Up Black Mountain and back off the road
Shielded lanterns, their steps were so discreet
But I spied them!
12 gauge buckshot, smoke in a ring
Rusty padlocks, they guard my boilin’ wheat
Oh how flashes light the sky
Lead shot flies and fumes ignite
Bracelets snap and their fists do fly
I feel them flat as they hit my sides
I see their shapes in the red firelight
But I can’t stop or save it
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Anna!