Stoney Mae

Up on Sugar Mountain, north of Stoney Ridge,
People come down from miles around just to scratch that drinkin’ itch.
Ol’ Dubbie Blaine had a moonshine still, Dubbie had a daughter too.
Most folks come for the whiskey lord but I came for the view.

Well the old men called her Stoney Mae, Mary Ellen was her name,
Corkin’ them bottles wearing next to nothing Lord sweeter than sugar cane,
And I said,

Hey, hey little Stoney Mae, hey little Stoney Mae I,
Can’t stop thinkin’ bout you night and day, just about to lose my mind,
Said I’m just about to lose my mind.

Everyone said he didn’t treat her right, you know he worked her like a slave.
Rumor was the bad things that he done put her mama in an early grave.
Well, well I might have been just a little hillbilly boy, but I was drunk on love,
And when I set out to set her free that’s when pushed come to shove, and I said,

Hey, hey little Stoney Mae, hey little Stoney Mae I,
Can’t stop thinkin’ bout you night and day, just about to lose my mind,
Said I’m just about to lose my mind.

They say accidents do happen.
Late one night ol’ Dub got high.
With all the booze that he was packin’,
He fell drunk down in the fire.
There was no way that I could save him.
There was nothing left for Mae or me to do lord,
But keep on crankin’ out that good corn liquor son.
I got the girl and the business too!
I said,

Hey, hey little Stoney Mae, hey little Stoney Mae I,
Can’t stop thinkin’ bout you night and day, just about to lose my mind,
I said Hey, hey little Stoney Mae, hey little Stoney Mae I,
Can’t stop thinkin’ bout you night and day, just about to lose my mind,
Said I’m just about to lose my mind.