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[Verse 1]
GYou know ol Earle Byrd down round Mexia
GFriscos the closest town
GTake a ride off the black top onto the chirt rock
GTake ya right by his house
CHe got a cur dog chained to a dog wood
CAnd a mule that's meaner than shit
GHe's got him a champion fighting rooster
GThat Chickens the pride of the Uriah pit
DServed his country in Korea
CServed his time up in a cell
[Chorus]
GFor cooking up good homemade corn liquor
GThe Kind that make a man Go blind
GKind that make a poor man richer
GWhen the folks vote the county dry
GKind that'll get ya there quicker
GPut some slack back in ya jaw
N.C.
I'm talkin' that good homemade corn liquor Earl
GByrd been brewin since the crack of dawn
[Verse 2]
GWell now ol' Earle Byrd is an outlaw
GSutton of the south
GWas the last of a breed didn't brag didn't need you to run off and run ya mouth
CWell now one time the grape vine wind and wind
FThrough the hollers up in Perdue Hill
GWell then follow the smoke stack way off the two track
GWell then follow the smoke stack way off the two track
And that's where they found the still
D C Bb FDid a ten year stint in Atmore prison farming in the fields
[Chorus]
GFor cooking up good homemade corn liquor
GThe Kind that make a man Go blind
GKind that make a poor man richer
GWhen the folks vote the county dry
GKind that'll get ya there quicker
GPut some slack back in ya jaw
N.C.
I'm talkin' that good homemade corn liquor Earl
GByrd been brewin since the crack of dawn
[Harmonica Solo]
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[Guitar Solo]
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[Verse 3]
GWell now ol' Earle Byrd is 90 something sittin' on the porch
GSsippin' Nehi nawin' on a sugar cane shoe
GRide out to the house
GAnd he'll tell ya all about all the rot gut rye that he used to brew
GHe's a mountain of a man from Monroe an Lord knows
GHe don't deny nothing of the preminission
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Good ol boys from south Alabama make a livin during prohibition
[Chorus]
GCooking up good homemade corn liquor
GThe kind that make a man Go blind
GKind that make a poor man richer
GWhen the folks vote the county dry
GKind that'll get ya there quicker
GPut some slack back in ya jaw
N.C.
I'm talkin that good homemade corn liquor Earle
N.C.
Byrd been brewin since the crack of dawn
GTill the crack of dawn
GTill the crack of dawn
[Outro]
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