Key: F 🎸 Intro: F 🎸 Verse 1: F You know ol Earle Byrd down round Mexia F Friscos the closest town F Take a ride off the black top onto the chirt rock F Take ya right by his house A# He got a cur dog chained to a dog wood A# And a mule that's meaner than shit F He's got him a champion fighting rooster F
That Chickens the pride of the Uriah pit C Served his country in Korea A# Served his time up in a cell 🎸 Chorus: F For cooking up good homemade corn liquor F The Kind that make a man go blind F Kind that make a poor man richer F When the folks vote the county dry F Kind that'll get ya there quicker F Put some slack back in ya jaw N.C. I'm talkin' that good homemade corn liquor Earl F Byrd been brewin since the crack of dawn 🎸 Verse 2: F Well now ol' Earle Byrd is an outlaw F Sutton of the south F Was the last of a breed didn't brag didn't need you to run off and run ya mouth A# Well now one time the grape vine wind and wind D# Through the hollers up in Perdue Hill F Well then follow the smoke stack way off the two track F Well then follow the smoke stack way off the two track And that's where they found the still C A# A#b D# Did a ten year stint in Atmore prison farming in the fields 🎸 Chorus: F For cooking up good homemade corn liquor F The Kind that make a man go blind F Kind that make a poor man richer F When the folks vote the county dry F Kind that'll get ya there quicker F Put some slack back in ya jaw N.C. I'm talkin' that good homemade corn liquor Earl F Byrd been brewin since the crack of dawn Harmonica 🎸 Solo: F Guitar 🎸 Solo: F D# A# D# F D# C F 🎸 Verse 3: F Well now ol' Earle Byrd is 90 something sittin' on the porch F Ssippin' Nehi nawin' on a sugar cane shoe F Ride out to the house F And he'll tell ya all about all the rot gut rye that he used to brew F He's a mountain of a man from Monroe an Lord knows F He don't deny nothing of the preminission N.C. F N.C. Good ol boys from south Alabama make a livin during prohibition 🎸 Chorus: F Cooking up good homemade corn liquor F The kind that make a man go blind F Kind that make a poor man richer F When the folks vote the county dry F Kind that'll get ya there quicker F Put some slack back in ya jaw N.C. I'm talkin that good homemade corn liquor Earle N.C. Byrd been brewin since the crack of dawn F Till the crack of dawn F Till the crack of dawn 🎸 Outro: F
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