{t: Open Up Your Mouth (And Let The Moonshine In)}
{st:Tennessee Mafia Jug Band}


Intro
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[E]Theres a place I love to go way back [B7]in the hills
I quench my thirst at Jimmy Simpsons [E]still
No finer place have I ever [A]been
I [E]open up my mouth and let the [B7]moonshine [E]in

Chorus
[E]Open up your mouth and let the [B7]moonshine in
Just a little taste and it will [E]make you grin
You'll be flying higher than a [A]buzzard when
You [E]open up your mouth and let the [B7]moonshine [E]in

Instrumental

[E]Well I work all week for a [B7]real low wage
I guess its pretty good when you factor in my [E]age
When 5-O-Clock comes its that [A]time again
To [E]open up my mouth and let the [B7]moonshine [E]in

Chorus

Instrumental

[E]Now when I'm down and out and get to [B7]feeling blue
I reach for a jug of good old [E]mountain dew
The clouds roll away and the [A]sun shines again
When I [E]open up my mouth and let the [B7]moonshine [E]in

Chorus

Repeat last line