Shackle Island Hauler
©2013 Mackie Humphries
V1
I was just sixteen
Had learned real fast
It was my job
To fix the mash
Almost perfect
Wasn’t good enough
My Uncle Jack
Made the good stuff

CH1
The Shackle Island Hauler loaded twice a week
We made night runs armed to the teeth
Uncle said son “tonight you go with me”
That sixty-nine Caddy could haul the whiskey
Yes sir those Feds were left behind eatin’ dust
His Shackle Island Hauler moved on, hammer down
Delivering our heavy load to Morgantown.

V2
In a few years
I ran the still
Uncle passd on
All of his skills
Said “the still’s yours”
With love and luck
I know you’ll always
Make the good stuff.

BR
Yeah, my Uncle Jack taught me good
But I don’t take the chances he took

CH2
The Shackle Island Hauler now loads every day
We make our runs in a semi pulling away
My Uncle Jack comes back to visit
That gleam’s in his eye with the first sip
The Fed’s now put their tax stamp on
No more hauling with the hammer down
The Shackle Island Hauler still runs to Morgantown.

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The Shackle Island Hauler brings the Good Stuff.........

Mackie

Last edited by Mackie H.; 08/03/13 08:45 PM.
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