Finest Tourist Moonshine

Originally recorded on The Lucky Nightsticks' Laker V (2018) In the woods you won't find it on the Google Maps Just look for the fat smash of bleeding blood The kind of country store that never closes And talk to the toothless man He'll say: "You've got to try the candy; it's made from Andy" He's not known for sarcasm Andy Jones is bones We're drinking the finest tourist moonshine From their hollowed-out skulls Just talk to the toothless man, he'll say... They set the traps just over county lines Rusted out cars filling up in the forest Making it hard to get to the fishing hole Just talk to the toothless man, he'll say... You've got to try the burrito Used to be a guy in a speedo You can't make this up Just talk to the toothless man, he'll say... Whipping your sweet ass down a crazy gravel road See a rickety wooden miracle The kind of country store that never closes Just talk to the toothless man, he'll say... You gotta try the stromboli Used to be the hockey team's goalie Blood and sausage in a hole begging for home We're drinking the finest tourist moonshine From their hollowed-out skulls Just talk to the toothless man John Makarewicz - Bass Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing Nick Nunziata - Drums, Vocals