1. Well, walking liquor has done me wrong. I can't

sleep night or day.

A terrible feelin' that comes along when the kick it

begins to get away.

…poison and a mixture or two. They call it sugar of

lead.

If you drink bootleg 'shine, you'll sure have an achin'

head.



2. Did you ever wake up on a Sunday morn with snakes

all around your bed?

I know you have. I have, too. I know I'd rather be

dead.

The preacher comes around and gives advice, and then

you have to stall.

But if he gets to the bottle first, you know, he'll

never leave you none at all.



3. I tell you, brother, and I won't lie, what's the

matter in this land:

They drink it wet and vote it dry and hide it if they

can.

They'll pitch a party and they'll all get drunk, and

call it society,

But if they catch you with a pint, good mornin'

penitentiary.



4. Well, prohibition* has killed more folks than

Sherman ever seen.

If they don't get whiskey, they'll take to dope,

cocaine, and morphine.

This ol' country it sure ain't dry, and dry will never

be seen.

Prohibition* is just a scheme, a fine money-makin'

machine.



5. Carbolic acid and creosote ought to kill any man.

Some get paralyzed, some get well, some hit the Golden

Land.

The undertaker has got to live. Beat him if you can.

Prohibition*, say it again, is a money-makin' fine

machine.