Bootleggers Boy Acordes

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Verses
G       C      G
I was born and raised,
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A bootlegger's boy,
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In the Cherokee Hills,
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I applied my trade,
C
In Mountain City,
G
I had me a time,
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Just    making money,
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On      Moon - shine.
 
Verse 2
So I hauled my load,
Into Knoxville Town,
I met me a gal,
And we knocked around,
But them Knoxville girls,
Can't leave me alone,
In my suits so fine,
And my bottle of corn.
 
Chorus
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I'm going back to Mountain City,
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Where I can make another run,
C                          G
Load my trunk with Moonshine whisky,
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I am a bra-ave Bootlegger's son.
 
Lyrics for the rest
Yeah I sold that corn,
To the Circuit Judge,
On the Public Square,
To Mayor Trent,
But I met with trouble,
On the tracks one night,
With a drunken man,
I commenced to fight.
 
Yeah I fought five rounds,
Then I put him away,
With a wicked jab,
From a razor blade,
And the women screamed,
As the bottles broke,
On stoney ground,
Where the blood did flow.
 
I'm going back to Mountain City,
Gonna make those revenues run,
I killed a man in a feud of whisky,
I am a cruel Bootlegger's son.
 
Now I roam the night,
Just to hide my shame,
I lost all my money,
Can't find a friend,
Gonna drag my bones,
To the mountainside,
If corn don't kill me,
I might never die.
 
I'm going back to Mountain City,
Or else they'll hang me this I know,
I killed a man in a feud of whisky,
I am a cruel Bootlegger's boy.
 
I'm going back to Mountain City,
To the Cherokee Hills I started from,
Going home broke ain't it a pity,
I am a cruel Bootlegger's son.
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