i went walking one day down the dusty trail in the mountainsni saw your fence and climbed it down to the groundnon the ground i walked and on the rock there was your stillnthere was your stillnnthere’s a bar in alabamanand it’s called the red rosenand i go there when i’m thirstynthat’s the only reason i supposennand there was a man beside menfor ten long years i stayed at homenbut that man has gone and left mento do some drinking on his ownnni think God is a moonshinernhis skin is gold from the whiskey in his bloodnand i think it heaven there is a bar roomna place where the men go and forget about their wivesnnthe sun rises when i’m drinkingnand it sets when i’m asleepnand i’ll drag my lonlinessnto the next bar that i seenni think God is a moonshinernhis skin is gold from the whiskey in his bloodnand i think it heaven there is a bar roomna place where the men go and forget about their wivesnni know i’ve had enough of this townnthere’s not much more for me to seenand there’s bibles falling from the skies down herenbut i don’t think God has time for menni think God is a moonshinernhis skin is gold from the whiskey in his bloodnand i think it heaven there is a bar roomna place where the men go and forget about their wivesnni walked to your still and i drank my fill on the rockn