Moonshiner's Hoedown | 1950s Style Fast Bluegrass Revival

Описание: Deep in the Appalachian ridges where the fog clings to the pines, a secret fire burns under the moonlight. This is the sound of adrenaline and tradition colliding in a high-speed chase through the backwoods, where the only law that matters is the speed of your feet and the quality of your shine.

🎶 About This Song: This original composition captures the raw, unbridled energy of a 1950s barn dance turned getaway. Driven by lightning-fast Scruggs-style banjo picking and aggressive fiddle double-stops, the track embodies the rebellious spirit of the mountain moonshiner. It is a celebration of the high-lonesome sound, recorded with the grit, warmth, and percussive drive of a true front porch session.

🎙️ LYRICS / MOOD STORY:

Run that shine, boys—here comes the Revenuer!

Deep in the hollow where the laurel grows thick I’m feeding that fire, moving steady and quick That copper coil’s singing, and the mash got a bite I’ve been on this hillside since the middle of the night Mist on the ridge line, moon hanging low Got jars to fill, and a rocky row to hoe

Oh, it’s a moonshiner’s hoedown, kick up the red dust In the copper and the corn is the only thing we trust Pick it fast, boys, while the coals are burning bright We’re running white lightning through the middle of the night One step ahead—keep it low, keep it sweet We’re staying one step ahead of the Revenuer’s feet

Heard a twig snap down by the Devil’s Creek run I know that’s Sheriff Miller with his badge and his gun He’s sniffing for the smoke and he’s hunting for the still But he won’t find our shadows on this Appalachian hill Load them mason jars, keep the rattle from the glass Let the mule lean into the pull and move quiet through the grass

Oh, it’s a moonshiner’s hoedown, kick up the red dust In the copper and the corn is the only thing we trust Pick it fast, boys, while the coals are burning bright We’re running white lightning through the middle of the night One step ahead—keep it low, keep it sweet We’re staying one step ahead of the Revenuer’s feet

Now the sun’s peeking over the Blue Ridge crest And the sheriff’s back home, letting daylight do the rest We slipped down the valley where the river turns slow Left them jars with good folks that we’ve known since long ago Silver in our pockets and a tune for the road A hard-earned living from the hill country load

It’s a hard-running life in these rocky old heights Between the Good Book Sundays and the moonshining nights But as long as there’s corn and a cold mountain spring Down in the heart of the hollow, you’ll hear that banjo ring

Oh, it’s a moonshiner’s hoedown, kick up the red dust In the copper and the corn is the only thing we trust Pick it fast, boys, while the coals are burning bright We’re running white lightning through the middle of the night One step ahead—keep it low, keep it sweet We’re staying one step ahead of the Revenuer’s feet

Yee-haw—mountain made!

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