Old Bill Watson

Old Bill Watson lived in a shack
Way out in Eutsler’s woods
I used to go and drink with him
His mash was always good

They said he fought in the great war
He laid some Yankees down
When he got back the town was burned
Good work could not be found

Chorus:
Oh Bill Watson here I come
Go and fire up your still
I’ve never tasted shine so good
Now I never will

Old Bill Watson had a daughter
She helped him make his shine
The prettiest girl in the county
She loved me for a time

‘Til one time I came a callin’
Late one Saturday night
I saw a bay mare by the still
I did not recognize

Chorus:
Oh Bill Watson here I come
Go and fire up your still
I’ve never tasted shine so good
Now I never will

I pulled my pistol from my belt
And slowly did advance
I saw my love kiss another
He never had a chance

The shots rang like a rebel yell
I heard Bill Watson scream
That was her cousin you just killed
Getting a load for me

Bridge:
I took a jug of moonshine
And tipped it to the sky
Then I took that dead man’s horse
And away I did ride

Chorus:
Oh Bill Watson here I come
Go and fire up your still
I’ve never tasted shine so good
Now I never will

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