--- Verse 1: There’s a place up yonder where the pines grow tall, Fog rolls in like a ghost at dawn. Old men whisper ‘bout the things they’ve seen, Shadows moving where they shouldn’t be. My granddaddy told me with a gravel tone, “Boy, don’t go wanderin’ up there alone. There’s secrets buried that the night can’t kill, Up on that ridge we call Moonshine Hill.” --- Chorus: Up on Moonshine Hill, where the cold wind cries, Banjo ringin’ like a warning in the pines. Whiskey in the barrels and ghosts in the trees, You can feel the past blow through the leaves. If you listen close, you might get a chill— Ain’t nothin’ quiet up on Moonshine Hill. --- Verse 2: I went climbin’ up that rocky grade, Boots on roots and memories made. Saw an old shack leanin’ by a runnin’ stream, Looked abandoned—but it heard me, it seemed. Moonlight hit a busted copper still, And a fiddle echoed faint, cold and still. Felt a chill run deep as I stood there still— Somethin’ ain’t right on Moonshine Hill. --- Chorus: Up on Moonshine Hill, where the cold wind cries, Banjo ringin’ like a warning in the pines. Whiskey in the barrels and ghosts in the trees, You can feel the past blow through the leaves. If you listen close, you might get a chill— Ain’t nothin’ quiet up on Moonshine Hill. --- Bridge: Some say the revenuers died up there, Others swear they still haunt the air. Every time the night turns cold and still, I hear ’em whisper up on Moonshine Hill. --- Final Chorus (bigger + deeper grit): Up on Moonshine Hill, where the night runs wild, Banjo echoin’ like a haunted child. Smoke in the holler, secrets in the breeze, Moonlit stories runnin’ through the trees. If you feel a shiver, trust your will— There’s more than ghosts up on Moonshine Hill. --
