“I remember how it effected me when I drank corn too. Just say no!”
Corn won’t grow at all on Rocky Top
Dirt’s too rocky by far
That’s why all the folks on Rocky Top
Get their corn from a jar...
silly, make it down in the holler by the stream...
that waters gotta come down here but them hatfields pissin up stream gotta go... elmer... git my rifle..
I still remember that old song! One of my favorites from around 1968.
Once two strangers climbed Ol’ Rocky Top,
Looking for a moonshine still.
Strangers ain’t come down from Rocky Top,
Recon they never will.
Had a girl once on Rocky Top,
Half bear the other half cat.
Wild as a mink and sweet as soda pop,
I still dream about that!
“Down the road here from me...ther’s an old holler tree where you lay down a dollar or two....go ‘round the bend..come back again...there’ll be a jug of that good ole mountain dew!...”