# #Moonshine Bandit # different men They would not dare but he was there to do it for them He was a moonshine bandit, a moonshine bandit He took from the rich of spirit and gave to the poor of heart Guilty of a human passion which tears his heart apart Ah, she was not like them at all She would cry each time the night would fall Oh boy, if she only knew what I'm going to tell you She'd never have to suffer from a broken heart Moonshine bandit, a moonshine bandit She would pine away each hou (chordiearchive.chordie.com)