Moonshine USA

There was a time when denim was strong Woven in the heartland where it belonged Cars rolled off lines proud and true Built by hands that knew just what to do But times have changed and the factories closed What was made right here now nobody knows Steel and leather shipped from afar What's left of the red white and blue in a jar But the only thing still homemade Is the moonshine in the hills Where the hands of the past hold on fast And the spirit never spills It's the last drop of American pride From a mason jar to a copper line When everything else is lost in time There's still homemade moonshine The clothes we wear the cars we drive All come from places we don't recognize Names on the labels we can't pronounce Sold out dreams they don't even count But in the backwoods where the law don't tread The fire's still burning and the mash is fed Granddaddy's recipe passed on down Keeps the spirit of freedom underground 'Cause the only thing still homemade Is the moonshine in the hills Where the hands of the past hold on fast And the spirit never spills It's the last drop of American pride From a mason jar to a copper line When everything else is lost in time There's still homemade moonshine So here's to the ones who still believe In the sweat on their brow and the land they grieve When the world's moved on and they're left behind They keep a little light they keep it alive Yeah the only thing still homemade Is the moonshine in the hills Where the hands of the past hold on fast And the spirit never spills It's the last drop of American pride From a mason jar to a copper line When everything else is lost in time There's still homemade moonshine When everything else is lost in time We'll still have homemade moonshine