"Mr. Barnwell" lyrics

Well, in the backwoods of South Carolina
Campobello in the Spartanburg line
A few turns and a step back in time
And we say, "Hey, Mr. Barnwell"

There's a lookout watchin' over his heels
For the lawman who's lookin' for the still
He ain't found it yet, and he never will

There ain't no sunshine on up on time
Because that moonshine never goes
The lightning crashes on the hillside
Like a river, the lightning flows

A decorated bootlegger with a PhD
In makin' corn liquor to set your mind free
Take a pour and pass it over to me
And say, "Hey, Mr. Barnwell"

There's a holler up in heaven, I know he's there
All the saints and the angels better be aware
Don't drink too much to answer our prayers

There ain't no sunshine on up on time
Because that moonshine never goes
The lightning crashes on the hillside
Like a river, the lightning flows

There ain't no sunshine on up on time, oh
Because that moonshine never goes
The lightning crashes on the hillside
Like a river, the lightning flows

Oh, yeah
Oh, hell yeah

Well, in the backwoods of South Carolina
Campobello in the Spartanburg line
A few turns and a step back in time
And we say, "Hey, Mr. Barnwell"