Boogeying home on Sunday morning from OOB listening to Brunch By The River on 92.5 The River when this song pops up.
"Corn Liquor" by Southern Culture On The Skids.
Dig this verse:
"Now way back in the woods where I come from, my daddy had a still and my mama had a gun, yonder came the sheriff, tried to make us run, Momma shot him dead now I'm her only son."
Those are some powerful lyrics, baby.