Lyrics

Verse
Well, talk about a family secret, I was shocked when I heard my wife
Say her kin, they run that bootleg liquor through the woods of Caroline
Her poor dad just died in a car-crash, running from the ATF
When the Revenuers all went home, there wasn’t that much left
My wife inherited nothing more than her Daddy’s bills and name
But she got his recipe; white lightning strikes again

Chorus
Hold on, now here we go; she’s got my heart, that’s all I know
She’s my little whiskey maker; come what will, I love her still

Verse
Now we spend our days in the great outdoors on a creek-bank in the woods
At night we run down country roads, delivering the goods
Restarting the family biz with her own brand of mountain dew
And people come from miles around, to buy a pint or two
We both love the simple life; don't want no fancy stuff
Just clear blue mountain water and some cork to plug the jugs

Chorus
Hold on, now here we go; she’s got my heart, that’s all I know
She’s my little whiskey maker; come what will, I love her still

Bridge
Fast cars, mason jars, sugar in a ten pound sack
Ring the bell, wait a spell; you know she'll be right back
By the mug, by the jug; you’ll take all that you can get
Our little bit of heaven even makes the devil sweat

Chorus
So hold on, now here we go; she’s got my heart, that’s all I know
She’s my little whiskey maker; come what will, I love her still-ill
Yeah, yeah, yeah; hold on, now here we go; she’s got my heart, that’s all I know
She’s my little whiskey maker; come what will, I love her still
I love her still

Lyric: George Smith & Kevin Reardon; Music: Kevin Reardon