From the recording Return to Americana

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Lyrics

Written by: Mark Brine

1. Law folks, they been up thereCounty sheriff said ... “if any of them Stillmans found, they’rewanted “live’ or 'dead'But, no one ain’t seen nothin’ And I doubt they ever will‘cause, everybody’s glad, there’s still a still on Stillman’s hill

2. White house sent their lettersDistrict courthouse had a meetSent out the militia ... 600 ... 50 men on feet Combin’ that whole area with orders ‘shoot to kill’But, they all come down agreein’, There’s still a still on Stillman’s hill

Chorus:There’s still a still on Stillman’s hill'n I hope there always will ‘least until I get my fill, tho, I doubt I ever willLet me look for dis and DAT, as long as they distill‘cause, me, I live to know there’s still a still on Stillman’s hill

3. Now, granny’s Sunday chittlin’
They still taste the way they did That recipe’s her secret prideShe’s tried to keep it hidBut I know why it’s so deeeliciousI always take my fillAnd thank the Lord, at grace, there’s still a still on Stillman’s hill

4. Last Saturday night I calls my galSaid, “Honey, whatcha know ... Why don’t you and me get dressed and up that hill we’ll go”Monday mornin’ we come back ... 'n I’ll admit a little illBut, we can testify, there’s still a still on Stillman’s hill©1982 Dream City Music (BMI)