Tar-Paper

Moonshine.
I had it once in Maryland
Heard about it on TV
Tasted like loneliness to me
Like the same old alcohol I.V.
I smoked some hash too,
And that took me somewhere
I didn't sleep on a couch that night.

And in the morning,
I drove through rural Virginia
Admired the tar-paper shacks
And stopped for a Coke at a roadside store
After strolling in through the screen-door
On an 87 degree day
I paid in cash.