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[Verse 1]
BYou know ol Earle Byrd down round Mexia
BFriscos the closest town
BTake a ride off the black top onto the chirt rock
BTake ya right by his house
FHe got a cur dog chained to a dog wood
FAnd a mule that's meaner than shit
BHe's got him a champion fighting rooster
BThat Chickens the pride of the Uriah pit
BServed his country in Korea
FServed his time up in a cell
[Chorus]
BFor cooking up good homemade corn liquor
BThe Kind that make a man Go blind
BKind that make a poor man richer
BWhen the folks vote the county dry
BKind that'll get ya there quicker
BPut some slack back in ya jaw
N.C.
I'm talkin' that good homemade corn liquor Earl
BByrd been brewin since the crack of dawn
[Verse 2]
BWell now ol' Earle Byrd is an outlaw
BSutton of the south
BWas the last of a breed didn't brag didn't need you to run off and run ya mouth
FWell now one time the grape vine wind and wind
CThrough the hollers up in Perdue Hill
BWell then follow the smoke stack way off the two track
BWell then follow the smoke stack way off the two track
And that's where they found the still
B F Gb CDid a ten year stint in Atmore prison farming in the fields
[Chorus]
BFor cooking up good homemade corn liquor
BThe Kind that make a man Go blind
BKind that make a poor man richer
BWhen the folks vote the county dry
BKind that'll get ya there quicker
BPut some slack back in ya jaw
N.C.
I'm talkin' that good homemade corn liquor Earl
BByrd been brewin since the crack of dawn
[Harmonica Solo]
B
[Guitar Solo]
B C F C B C B B
[Verse 3]
BWell now ol' Earle Byrd is 90 something sittin' on the porch
BSsippin' Nehi nawin' on a sugar cane shoe
BRide out to the house
BAnd he'll tell ya all about all the rot gut rye that he used to brew
BHe's a mountain of a man from Monroe an Lord knows
BHe don't deny nothing of the preminission
N.C. B N.C.
Good ol boys from south Alabama make a livin during prohibition
[Chorus]
BCooking up good homemade corn liquor
BThe kind that make a man Go blind
BKind that make a poor man richer
BWhen the folks vote the county dry
BKind that'll get ya there quicker
BPut 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
BTill the crack of dawn
BTill the crack of dawn
[Outro]
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