Spoken:
Here come old Todd Walker, full-a his good gin.
Good mornin' friend
I wants a drink of gin
Good mornin' friend
I wants a drink of gin
'Cause they told me this mornin'
Revenue men be back, again
Oh, listen you men
Don't you let him in
Listen, you men
Don't you let him in
Well, they might catch me
Or I'll wait up for him, again
(guitar & washboard)
Oh, come in friend
And have a drink a gin
Come in friend
And have a drink a gin
Now, I know he deserves sin
But I love my good old gin
Oh, come back friend
When I ain't in my gin
Come back friend
When I ain't in my gin
'Cause I don't care nothin' about
Oh, them old revenue men, now.
(guitar & washboard to end)
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