Once two strangers climbed ol' Rocky Top, lookin' for a moonshine still; Strangers ain't come down from Rocky Top; Reckon they never will; Corn won't grow at all on Rocky Top; Dirt's too rocky by far; That's why all the folks on Rocky Top get their corn from a jar; Rocky Top, you'll always be home sweet home to me; Good ol' Rocky Top; Rocky Top, Tennessee ; Rocky Top, Tennessee .

Yes, these are strange days on ol’ Rocky Top. Far up in the hills an hollers of eastern Tennessee , far from the pryin eyes of the infernal revenuers, all of the mash an secret fixins are comin together. By the light of the moon ol’ Cousin Rube has bin mixin an fixin his misterion elixers. Yep, thas rite, Rube has four different brews that will lift you up an set you down, set a glow on yur face an a glaze in yur eyes. They look tastier than a barrel of hog squeezins. They ain’t dun simmerin yet but you can gaze at these fine lookin fillies an see fur yourselves whats a brewin on ol’ Rocky Top.

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