[Verse 1] Up in them hills where the laurel grows wild, Lived a mountain man with a rebel child’s smile, Popcorn Sutton knew them ridges by name, And he ran his old still like a mountain of flame. [Chorus] Oh, Popcorn Sutton, up on the mountain high, Moonshine in the holler and a fiddle by his side, Copper kettle singing underneath the moon so bright, He was making mountain whiskey way into the night. [Verse 2] With an old tin cup and a weathered oak door, He'd laugh at the law like he’d done it before, The creek kept running and the pine trees swayed, While the smoke from the still through the holler it played. [Chorus] Oh, Popcorn Sutton, up on the mountain high, Moonshine in the holler and a fiddle by his side, Copper kettle singing underneath the moon so bright, He was making mountain whiskey way into the night. [Banjo Break] Roll it, banjo, roll it… Let that old fiddle cry! [Verse 3] He said, “A mountain man’s gotta live his own way, You can't tell a free bird where it oughta stay.” From Tennessee hills to the Carolina line, His legend kept growing with the passing of time. [Bridge] Now the still may be quiet, the fire burned down, But you can hear his name in every mountain town, Folks tell the story when the evening gets cold, Of a moonshine man who refused to grow old. [Final Chorus] Oh, Popcorn Sutton, up on the mountain high, Moonshine in the holler and a fiddle by his side, Copper kettle singing underneath the moon so bright, He was making mountain whiskey way into the night. [Outro] So pick that banjo, boys, let the old fiddle ring, Raise a glass to the legend the mountain still sings, Down in the holler when the moon shines bright, You can almost hear that old still working tonight.
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