Henry’s Still

One of three songs that, at least in my mind, comprise the Watson trilogy. Loosely about the farm and surrounding area where I spent a lot of time.

Henry Johnson never liked me much
I call him hillbilly, he calls me punk
But one kiss from Henry’s daughter
Can really make me drunk

Chorus:
The moonshiner’s daughter really digs me
Cause I’ve got side burns and a drinking problem
She thinks I’m a hippy and I think she’s a hoot
We do a little business
And we share a little mash
She’s got some special moonshine
That really kicks my ass

Henry says I have bad intentions
I hate to say it but I think he’s right
That’s why I come sneaking around
Every Saturday night

Bridge:
I’ve never found another thrill
And I probably never will
That makes me feel half as good
As what comes from Henry’s still