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Well I’ll tell you now that it ain't no sin

to make cold, hard, dry cut bootleg gin

Oh bootlegger, bootlegger please tell me (please tell me, please tell me)
Who came to knock at your distillery (distillery, distillery)

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I gave some to your uncle and he flew away (flew away, flew away etc.)
Hopefully he’ll be back some other day (other day, other day etc.)

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I fed some to a reverend and he went to hell
Now he’s got that old, burnt charcoal smell

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I gave it to a copper and he broke the law
Went a-bangin’ naked on the Chief’s front door

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Then I fed some to my automobile
And it pushed that baby right up the hill

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I fed some to my grandma so that she could see
I hear she’s making her own distillery

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Then I fed some to myself as well
That’s why I’m singin’ this song from a prison cell.

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Oh bootlegger, bootlegger please tell me
Who came to knock at your distillery

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