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.