Norma Jean - Dooley lyrics

Dooley was a good old man he lived below the mill Dooley had two daughters and a forty gallon still One gal watched the boiler the other watched the spout Mama corked the bottles when old Dooley fetched them out Dooley slippin' up the holler Dooley tryin' to make a dollar Dooley give me a swallow and I'll pay you back some day The revenuers came for him a slippin' through the woods Dooley kept behind them all and never lost his goods Now Dooley was a trader when into town he'd come Sugar by the bushel and mola**es by the ton Dooley slippin' up the holler... Well I remember very well the day old Dooley died The woman folk felt sorry and the men stood round and cried Now Dooley's on the mountain he lies there all alone They put a jug beside him and a barrel for a stone Dooley slippin' up the holler... Dooley slippin' up the holler...