Jen Miller - Smoky Mountain Special Lyrics

Her pops raised her working on the farm
Taught her to love the land and how to grow a pine
When that little girl turned eighteen
She learned that her family tree
Grew all the weed in Eastern, Tennessee
His daddy spent his nights keeping a still hot in the mountains
And it passed down to him the day they laid him in the ground
And now he's cooking up the lightning
And making all the rounds to every politician, preacher and teacher in this town
(Oh lord)
Everybody's needing something to get by
Someone somewhere made the fix that gets you high
I ain't judging
Ain't above it
If you like it, then I love it
You can get drunk
You get stoned
Whatever makes you feel a little less alone
Moonshine medicine goes better with lettuce from the devil
Around here we call that the smoky mountain special
Momma said that love and moonshine
Both will make you blind
One sip was all it took
And she was crossing more than county lines
Now that boy's about as much trouble as his daddy was
Running from the law must run in that family's blood
Oh lord
Everybody's needing something to get by
Someone somewhere made the fix that gets you high
I ain't judging
Ain't above it
If you like it, then I love it
You can get drunk
You get stoned
Whatever makes you feel a little less alone
Moonshine medicine goes better with lettuce from the devil
Around here we call that the smoky mountain special
You can get drunk
You get stoned
Whatever makes you feel a little less alone
Moonshine medicine goes better with lettuce from the devil
Around here we call that the smoky mountain special