Prohibition Blues

Walken' liquor has done me wrong
I can’t sleep night out of day
That terrible feeling comes along
When I can’t get me begins get away,
Five at fours a mix or two
They call it sugar blend
If you drink the bootleg shine
You sure have an achin' head,
Did you ever wake upon a Sunday morn'
with the 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 never no leaving out at all,
I tell you brother and I won’t lie
What the matter in this land
Drink it wet and wode it dry,
And hide it if they can
The bid shape morning
And they all get drunk
And call it society
But if they catch you with pine,
Good morning penetentionary.
Prohibition has killed more folks
than sure man ever have seen
If they don’t get whiskey they’ll take dope
Cocaine and morphine,
This ol' country sure ain’t dry
And dry wont ever be seen
Prohibition is just a scheme
A fine money makin' machine
Corpholic acid and creosole’ll surely kill any man
Some get paralyzed and 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.