You make me mournful when skies are gay

But for my loathing you shall not owe me

Please don’t give my moonshine away.

The other morning as you were waking

You said you’d had an awful dream

That I was sober as a judge

and you took away my tambourine

U r my moonshine my only moonshine

You make me mournful when skies are gay

But for my loathing you shall not owe me

Please don’t give my moonshine away.

Just the other day dear I heard you mention

non- chalantly in humorous repose

We shouldn’t be doing what we deal

God only knows where it goes

U r my moonshine my only moonshine

You make me mournful when skies are gay

But for my loathing you shall not owe me

Please don’t give my moonshine away.

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