There's an old still in the valley beside my daddy's grave -
And a light burning slow
Burning slow.
It's the one thing that was left me
As I came back from the war -
And it's still burning slow
Burning slow.

No way could Billie ever need a moonshine man like me?
Illegal moonshine still
You bring me down.

I tried working for a living
Even tried to sing the blues -
From my heart
Burning slow
Burning slow.
Turning music into money
Couldn't make her change her mind -
And it's so burning slow
Burning slow.

No way could Billie ever need a moonshine man like me?
No way could Billie ever need a moonshine man like me? . . .
Still
You bring me down.

No way could Billie ever need a moonshine man like me? . . .
No way could Billie ever need a moonshine man like me? . . .
Still
You bring me down.