Stillhouse Road Lyrics

Hiding the contradictions, dodging the prohibitions,
back on the stillhouse road,
Now you need a grain, a fire, spring water from a deep well,
back on the stillhouse road.
I doubt the moonshine was used for communion wine,
back on the stillhouse road,
Grandpa's white lightning would leave you pining,
to be back on the stillhouse road,
back on the stillhouse road.

Pioneer of a lost kind, a little money for the bad times,
back on the stillhouse road,
worked the land not a coal mine, brood of children and a good wife,
back on the stillhouse road.
Maybe the moonshine was used for communion wine,
back on the stillhouse road,
Grandpa's white lightning would leave you pining
to be back on the stillhouse road,
back on the stillhouse road.
Took your land for a fair price, made you sign on a fine line,
Back on the stillhouse road,
But the maple sugars and the grape vines, fruit trees and the wood pile,
were back on the stillhouse road.

If only they knew, all it cost you,
back on the stillhouse road,
pictures and memories are all that's left you now,
back on the stillhouse road (x3).