No dimes in your pocket
No bills in your wallet
No cash in the bank
Ainżt no good at all
Honey youżre not wise
You donżt realise
People talk you know
Guess what Iżve been told
When you come home late
That beat look on your face
Donżt tell me itżs because
Youżre working night and day
Iżm not blind
I got eyes you see
Youżre a mean moonshiner
Youżve been seen down at Joeżs
Spending all of my dough
Splashing bourbon and rye
Playing randy and dandy, the game stakes are high
Honey youżre a lie
Just a no good guy
Phoney Romeo
In a late late show
When I took you home
To mama she said
This guy looks like
Heżs got a hole in his head
Lord protect us from evil she cried
Heżs a mean moonshiner
Honey donżt you grieve
When I take my leave
I ainżt gonna cry
For my last goodbye
Iżm gonna take that door
Donżt care what you say
You never did say much anyway
I care no longer
For the company
Of a mean moonshiner