Old Jesse had a cabin up on cedar hill.
Back behind his place, built a copper still.
Ever couple weeks make his shine.
Clear as water and tasted fine.
Fire up the old still right after dusk.
Used finest corn except for the husk.
Heat up sprinng water to make his mash.
Would already be counting his extra cash.
Jesse's still, Jesse's still
Jesse's still, upon Cedar Hill
Jesse's still, Jesse's still
Love the way it made us feel
Jesse's still. Jesse's still
Jesse knew how to work the still
Jesse would blend a little barley for taste.
Careful with everything to have no waste.
Mix in sugar and a small amount of yeast.
A shot of moonshine was a feast
Heated up the mixture, it would start to steam.
Then let it cool to become a drunk's dream.
After being distilled, rest for a couple hours.
Then he would pour it into mason jars.
Jesse's still, Jesse's still
Jesse's still, upon Cedar Hill
Jesse's still, Jesse's still
Love the way it made us feel
Jesse's still. Jesse's still
Jesse knew how to work the still
Fire up the old still right after dusk.
Used finest corn except for the husk.
Heat up spring water to make his mash.
Would already be counting his extra cash.
Now was time to clean up the stink.
Would be two weeks before we could drink.
Always knew his shine was the best.
Easy to tell as it burned my chest.
Jesse's still, Jesse's still
Jesse's still, upon Cedar Hill
Jesse's still, Jesse's still
Love the way it made us feel
Jesse's still. Jesse's still
Jesse knew how to work the still