[Verse] Down in the shadows where the old church stands, Whispers of the night run through the hands. Behind the holy doors, there’s a secret kept, A little smoky fire where the sinners wept. [Pre-Chorus] Hear that bubbling sound, feel the warm embrace, Underneath the stained glass, in a hidden place. [Chorus] Moonshine magic, in the church’s hold, Liquid gold stories, from the days of old. Raise your glass, let the good times roll, Moonshine magic, healing every soul. [Verse] Echoes of laughter down the narrow stairs, Old men and rebels mixin' midnight prayers. Bottles lined in rows, shining in the dim, A toast to the secrets that won’t be told again. [Pre-Chorus] Hear that bubbling sound, feel the warm embrace, Underneath the stained glass, in a hidden place. [Chorus] Moonshine magic, in the church’s hold, Liquid gold stories, from the days of old. Raise your glass, let the good times roll, Moonshine magic, healing every soul. [Bridge] Oh, don’t tell the preacher, don’t tell the law, We’ve got our own spirit and we’re breaking the draw. In the cellar’s glow, where the shadows dance, Come join the night, give your heart a chance. [Chorus] Moonshine magic, in the church’s hold, Liquid gold stories, from the days of old. Raise your glass, let the good times roll, Moonshine magic, healing every soul. [Chorus] Moonshine magic, in the church’s hold, Liquid gold stories, from the days of old. Raise your glass, let the good times roll, Moonshine magic, healing every soul. [Outro] Moonshine magic, moonshine magic... Keep it hidden, keep it tragic— Moonshine magic.