Moonshine Father

My Moonshine Father

My father was a moonshine man
A regular sort of feller
He kept ma plastered for 40 years
With the still he ran in the cellar

Us boys got in the moonshine game
And it gave the business new birth
The eldest is now at Alcatraz
The youngest at Leavenworth

They never caught my father though
And they no longer raid his places
The revenuers now buy his stuff
For use at the missile bases

Found in Mad Magazine sometime in the 1950s