His life was one of adventure
ever a step in front of the law
running booze and making white lightnin’
was his family’s call

From olden days before prohibition
til’ the 90s he did ride
and in the holler late at night
the Moonshiner made his “pride”

The bootleggers all knew his name
and respected him more than most
for he was the “Mayor of Happy Holler”
our Sam, never a bragger or boast

A better man never walked this earth
and I am glad to say
he was the one I called my father
and I miss more than words can say