I finally found it on the internet afetr years of searching. Somebody finally had a copy and put it up for the rest of us to enjoy! GOD and the men in our camp only only know how many hours we spent sitting around the fire at the HOGPEN CAMP listening to WGWD 93.3 waiting for this song. That station finally got bought out and turned into a damned political talk show station playing pundits like RUSH and BOORTS and who knows who else instead of the amazing music it used too.....
This is song brings back soooooo many memories for me. I am so sad and a little angry that my kids will never get to experience sitting around that fire listening to this song and hundreds of others just like it from one of the last old school, real AMERICAN radio stations. What an awesome time that was....
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Don't remember hearing that song before, but as I listened to the lyrics, I realized that I live very close to the town and the crossroads that are mentioned and just a short ways from hiway 90. We moved to this part of the world from Orange County in the early 70's and I remember the 1st two pieces of information passed to us by neighbors. One was where the nearest Baptist church was located and the other was where to get the liquid that was mentioned in the song. We didn't avail ourselves of the "shine" but we did go to the church.
40 years ago, the old folks would tell you that there were only about 3 options for folks who didn't have much in the1940's in the Florida Panhandle. You could make liquor in the woods, move south and work in the orange groves or you could stay home and starve to death. I don't think it was quite that bad but I've met a lot of the older folks that did experience some very hard times.
One older man that I met many years ago, told me he had always made liquor in the woods and he was contacted in a round about way and offered the job of making liquor in the middle of the town mentioned in the song. He said it was in an area almost like a basement under a business, all the ingredients were supplied, he did the work, he never knew who paid him, the cash money was always at the head of the stairs on the day it was promised. When his son was born he quit the job and went back to full time farming.
I'm thankful that life isn't as hard as it once was, but as blackpowderscout pointed out our children will not experience the good and the bad of rural Florida like some of us have. Treefarmer
That's a good song :>) My whole family is from the Chipley area just east of Bonifay and growing up in north Florida (Gasden & Leon counties) I remember my daddy and uncles sitting on my mema's front porch in rocking chairs sipping moonshine from small peanut butter jars. Ha, I had one uncle that still drank it even after he got into a bad batch and it almost killed him. Gave him a stroke and left his hands all twisted but he could still hold the jar. Man o man... Those were the days.
My dad's side of the family is from the Blountstown/Wewahitchka area. The folks that settled and lived in those woods were some kind of tough!
Good piece of florida folk music there.
