Hank Thompson - Three Little Swigs lyrics

Three little swigs from a bottle of gin A big bad heartache can't get in I lift it up to my chinny chin chin Three little swigs from a bottle of gin Now I built me a house out of straw and hay Thinking it would keep the wolves away I came away and found the door blown down I couldn't find my baby nowhere around Three little swigs from a bottle of gin.... [ fiddle ] The next time I found me a girl that was good And built me a house out of sticks and wood But a big bad wolf stuck a match to the heap And there went another girl I just couldn't keep Three little swigs from a bottle of gin.... [ fiddle ] So I finally built me a house out of stone And got another woman I could call my own But a big bad wolf in those sheepskin clothes Stole my baby out from under my nose Three little swigs from a bottle of gin.... [ fiddle ] The moral to the story as you can see From what these women have done to me Build your heart out of ice cold stone And leave those three little swigs alone