Copper Kettle
Get you a copper kettle,
 And get you a copper coil.
Fill it with new-mixed corn mash,
 And never more you'll toil.
chorus: You just lay there by the juniper,
While the fires burn bright.
Lord, you just watch them jugs a-filling,
'Neath the pale moonlight.
 Fill your fire with hickory,
Hickory, ash, and oak.
Don't use no green or rotten wood,
They'll catch you by the smoke.
 My daddy he made whiskey,
My granddaddy did too.
We ain't paid no whiskey tax,
Since seventeen ninety-two.
I'd rather have corn whiskey,
Than anything I know.
 I'd rather be here on moonshine hill,
Than down in town below.
God bless you, copper kettle,
May you never stop.
Just let me hear that whiskey,
 Going drop, drop, drop.