Granddaddy's Still on Mill Road — Funny Outlaw Country Story Song | Moonshine Song (Lyrics)

In 1933, when Larkin County was bone dry, Amos Tate cooked the smoothest moonshine in the county at the end of Mill Road. Revenue man Hiram Pruitt chased him for thirty years and never found the still. Ninety years later, his grandson went clearing brush down by the river. 🎧 More Outlaw Ballads:    • Outlaw Ballads   🎧 All of Larkin County, every song in order:    • All of Larkin County   🔔 Subscribe for a new story song every day. 📜 LYRICS Back in 1933, when the county was bone dry, My granddaddy Amos Tate had a copper pot and a wild look in his eye, Down where Mill Road quits the blacktop and the river bends from sight, He cooked the smoothest shine in Larkin by the light of the moon at night. Granddaddy's still on Mill Road, Down where the willows lean, Ninety years the law's been looking, It's the finest still they've never seen, So pour one for the river, And pour one for old Amos Tate, Granddaddy's still on Mill Road, And the revenue's running late. There was a revenue man named Hiram Pruitt, with a badge and a Model A, Swore he'd bust my granddaddy if it took him every day, He searched every barn in Larkin, every cellar, every shed, Then went home every Sunday with a jar beneath his bed. [Chorus] Granddaddy's been gone since '71, God rest his crooked soul, But this July I was clearing brush where Mill Road meets the shoals, And there in the willows sat his still, shining like a brand-new dime, With the coals still warm beneath it... somebody's been cooking all this time. So I drove to town to tell the sheriff. Dale Pruitt. Seventy-two years old. He listened. Poured himself a cup of coffee. And grinned. Said, "Son, my granddaddy Hiram chased yours for thirty years. Who do you reckon's been keeping that copper shiny?" Granddaddy's still on Mill Road, Down where the willows lean, Ninety years the law's been looking, And the law's been keeping it clean, So pour one for the river, And pour one for old Amos Tate, Granddaddy's still on Mill Road... And so's the sheriff, Saturdays at eight. Bring your own jar. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 📻 Songs from Larkin County: a little town off Route 9 where everybody knows your daddy, your business and your truck. A new story song every day. ✍️ Got a story worth a song? Tell it in the comments. 🤖 Music, lyrics and art are created with AI tools (Suno, Grok). Larkin County and its people are fictional, an original project. #outlawcountry #countrymusic #moonshine