When walking one day down a dusty trail in the mountain I saw your fence and I climbed it down to the ground On the ground I walked and on the rock there was your still There was your still There's a bar in Alabama, and it's called The Red Rose And I go there when I'm thirsty; that's the only reason I suppose There was a man beside me For ten long years I stayed at home But that man has gone and left me to do some drinking on his own And I think God is a moonshiner His skin is gold from the whiskey in his blood I think in heaven there is a bar room, A place where men go forget about their wives The sun's rising when I'm drinking, and it sets while I'm asleep And I drag my loneliness to the next bar that I see And I think God is a moonshiner His skin is gold from the whiskey in his blood I think in heaven there is a bar room, A place where men go forget about their wives I know I've had enough of this town There's not much more for me to see But there's Bibles falling from the skies down here And I don't think God has time for me I think God is a moonshiner His skin is gold from the whiskey in his blood I think in heaven there is a bar room, A place where men go forget about their wives I walked to your still, and I drank my fill on the rock