Walken' liquor has done me wrong I can't sleep night or day A terrible feeling that comes along When the kicking begins to get away You know five at fours and a mixture or two They call it a 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 Well I know you have and I have too I know I'd rather be dead I said the preacher comes around and he gives advice And then you have to stall But if he gets to the bottle first You know you never leaving none at all I tell you brother and I won't lie What's the matter in this land They'll drink it wet and vote it dry And hide it if they can You know the bid shape morning And they all get drunk And call it society But if they catch you with a pine Good morning penitentiary Prohibition has killed more folks Than sure man ever seen If they can't get whiskey they'll take to dope Cocaine and morphine You know this ol' country sure ain't dry And dry will never be seen Prohibition is just a scheme A fine money makin' machine Combolic acid and creosole'll ought kill any man Some get paralyzed and some get well Some hit the golden land You know the undertaker has got to live Beat him if you can Prohibition say it again Is a money makin' fine Machine