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.