A 1950s song by Albert Frank Beddoe about making moonshine, earlier recorded by Joan Baez.
The words
An old-timer praises brewing whiskey in the hills, far from tax collectors.
An old mountain dweller speaks fondly of making whiskey the traditional way, out in the hills where nobody comes to collect taxes. He treats the craft as an inheritance passed down from his elders and as a quiet act of independence from the government. The tone is slow, proud and gently defiant rather than rowdy. Dylan sings it tenderly over soft guitar and a hushed backing, one of the more admired tracks on Self Portrait.
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The words
An old-timer praises brewing whiskey in the hills, far from tax collectors.
An old mountain dweller speaks fondly of making whiskey the traditional way, out in the hills where nobody comes to collect taxes. He treats the craft as an inheritance passed down from his elders and as a quiet act of independence from the government. The tone is slow, proud and gently defiant rather than rowdy. Dylan sings it tenderly over soft guitar and a hushed backing, one of the more admired tracks on Self Portrait.
Lyrics on bobdylan.com ↗The same year · 1970
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