{"type":"video","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Network.hu","provider_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/","title":"Allison Moorer- Moonshiner","author_name":"apucsoka","author_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/apucsoka","html":"<object width="424" height="345"><param name="movie" value="http:\/\/country.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=645811&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/country.network.hu" \/><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" \/><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" \/><embed src="http:\/\/country.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=645811&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/country.network.hu" width="424" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" \/><\/object>","width":424,"height":345,"description":"I've been a moonshiner for seventeen long years\nI spent all my money on whiskey and beers\nI go to some hollow and put up my stilt\nI'll make you one gallon for two dollar bill\n\nI go to some grocery and drink with my friends\nNo women to follow to see what I spent\nGod bless those women I wish they were mine\nTheir breath smells as sweet as the dew on the vine\n\nI'll eat when I'm hungry and drink when I'm dry\nIf moonshine don't kill me I'll live till I die\nGod bless those moonshiners, I wish they were mine\nTheir breath smells as sweet as the good ol' moonshine\n\nI might go to heaven, I might go to hell\nTill I meet my maker don't know where I'll [Incomprehensible]\nIt feels like stirred whiskey, I'll live in the sky\nHigh upon the mountain with some sweet moonshine","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/vds.network.hu\/clubvideo\/6\/4\/5\/_\/645811_35090_2.jpg","thumbnail_width":80,"thumbnail_height":60,"video_id":"645811"}