Moonshiner
Uncle Tupelo Lyrics


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I've been a moonshiner
For seventeen long years
And I spent all my money
On whisky and beer
And I go to some hollow
And set up my still
If whisky don't kill me
Lord, I don't know what will

And I go to some barroom
To drink with my friends
Where the women they can't follow
To see what I spend
God bless them pretty women
I wish they was mine
With breath as sweet as
The dew on the vine

Let me eat when I'm hungry
Let me drink when I'm dry
Two dollars when I'm hard up
Religion when I die
The whole world is a bottle
And life is but a dram




When the bottle gets empty
Lord, it sure ain't worth a damn

Overall Meaning

Uncle Tupelo's song "Moonshiner" is a classic example of a folk song with deep, introspective lyrics. The song is about a man who has devoted himself to making moonshine for about seventeen years. He has spent all his money on whiskey and beer, and the only hope he has is that he doesn't die because of all the alcohol. The setting of the song is a hollow where the man makes his moonshine. He talks about how his life is consumed by trying to get by with nothing else but his moonshine.


The song then switches to a bar room setting where the man is drinking with his friends. He wishes that the women in the bar could follow him and see how much he spends. He then mentions how much he loves women with sweet breath. The next verse is an outline of what the man wants in life. He wants to eat when he’s hungry, drink when he’s dry and get two dollars when he’s hard up. He also wants religion when he dies.


The chorus of the song talks about how life is like a bottle and that it’s worth nothing when it's empty. The song is a testament to the destructive effects of alcohol addiction and the monotony of being consumed by something that will consume you. The lyrics are deeply introspective and illustrate the bleakness of a life that is confined to one thing.


Line by Line Meaning

I've been a moonshiner
I have been producing and selling illegal liquor for a long time


For seventeen long years
I have been doing this activity for a period of 17 years


And I spent all my money
I have wasted all my earnings


On whisky and beer
On the intoxicating drinks which I produced and sold illegally


And I go to some hollow
I go to a secluded area


And set up my still
And start producing illegal liquor with my equipment


If whisky don't kill me
I am aware of the danger of consuming the illegal liquor to my health


Lord, I don't know what will
However, since I've been doing this for so long, I do not know how else I would sustain myself


And I go to some barroom
I go to a pub or a bar


To drink with my friends
To spend time drinking with my companions


Where the women they can't follow
Where it's not appropriate for women to be present


To see what I spend
To keep an eye on my expenses


God bless them pretty women
I appreciate beautiful women


I wish they was mine
I desire to have them to myself


With breath as sweet as
Having an enticing smell


The dew on the vine
Like the freshness of early morning


Let me eat when I'm hungry
Allow me to have food when I feel hungry


Let me drink when I'm dry
Allow me to have a drink when I'm thirsty


Two dollars when I'm hard up
With even a small amount of money when I don't have any


Religion when I die
Despite everything else, I still want to be remembered for my faith in God after I die


The whole world is a bottle
The entire world is similar to a container of alcohol


And life is but a dram
And life is just a small quantity of liquor


When the bottle gets empty
When the world drains you of everything


Lord, it sure ain't worth a damn
It's not worth anything at all




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Written by: BOB DYLAN

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Ana Souto

I've been a moonshiner
For seventeen long years
And I spent all my money
On whisky and beer
And I go to some hollow
And set up my still
If whisky don't kill me
Lord, I don't know what will
And I go to some barroom
To drink with my friends
Where the women they can't follow
To see what I spend
God bless them pretty women
I wish they was mine
With breath as sweet as
The dew on the vine
Let me eat when I'm hungry
Let me drink when I'm dry
Two dollars when I'm hard up
Religion when I die
The whole world is a bottle
And life is but a dram
When the bottle gets empty
Lord, it sure ain't worth a damn



GotLotsaFaith

Couple things....

1.) Peter Buck (R.E.M.) produced this LP... Just sayin' ... It may be one reason it sounds so fucking nice.. Whatever--who gives a fuck..

Two.) I have found, by and large, a great song usually has one particularly poignant lyric or phrase to draw wayward listeners into a blind alley and make a mugging that much more likely... For me, personally, it is held in the line:

"... Where the women, they can't follow... to see what I spend...etc... "

This has paralyzing effects; it comes off as devastatingly manly while holding beautifully humble, yet somehow, both these extremes occur at once; and it is upon this line that the entire experience hinges, however abstractly.

I'm sure Freud would have a field day with my case in point, but one cannot help the way a great song makes one feel. And, honestly, so few songs evoke a primal level of consternation and contemplation; thus, whenever one does, it needs to be acknowledged, completely. I tried to do that.

Thank you UT and PB.



All comments from YouTube:

rangers1919

This song has been around for a long, long time, and has unknown origins. People were performing it in the US and Ireland in the 1930's. This is my favorite version, even above Bob Dylan's version.

bernard mauge

Likewise

Shane Wilder

The harmonica in this song punches me right in the heart, in the best possible way.

J L

Ironically, the more country the sound, the less likely your chances are of hearing it on country radio. This is a great country song here, thanks for posting.

James Harleman

The pain in jay's voice combined with the harmonica makes this an incredible song

John Oberholtzer

There just isn't enough harmonica music in the world. Thank you, Uncle Tupelo!

Sooner in Texas.

John Oberholtzer gotta be my favorite instrument for sure... Can't beat a harp when it sounds like that!

Michael C Aoun

The first time I saw them was probably 1985 at a huge outdoor campus party called "Bid Day Bash" at Mizzou (The University of Missouri Columbia). This is the "three hour away town" that inspired much of the lyrics of Whiskey Bottle. You can still see the sign that plainly says "Liquor and Guns", although it actually says "Liquor, Guns & Ammo". It's inside Shakespeare's Pizza now. They were still mostly a cover band and the crowd wasn't really interested in the covers they were playing (I remember they did a Black Flag cover). When they covered Jump by Van Halen though, the people got excited because they heard something they knew (I have a feeling the band was doing it as a joke though). I got to see them many more times, mostly at Mississippi Nights and I got to see their final two shows there. I've searched long and hard for something that does the same thing for me that Uncle Tupelo did, but I haven't found it yet. Son Volt comes close. Uncle Tupelo's music is timeless and unsurpassed.

Michael Garrity

Still one incredibly powerful song after all these years!!

Michael Garrity

Unfreaking believable 57 fucking DISLIKES-how in the fuck could anyone with any brain cells dislike this song?? I guess people that do not know or appreciate REAL MUSIC---raised up on a diet of that shit they call music that comes from out of Nashville that gets played on the big commercial stations that is music that is all nice and pretty and wrapped up in pretty bow---music that might taste good but only makes you sick, fat and hungry for more--this sort of music is music for the mind, heart and soul---

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