Since corn liquor came in style, that's plenty money to be made
Just get a job at one of these stills and you surely will be paid
I'll tell you, it's a mighty risk to run and a mighty chance to take
To spend your money for the corn that the bootleggers make
The bootleggin' man got his bottle in his hand
And all he needs is a little more speed
So he can out-run the Revenue man
When the bootlegger goes to his still, get ready to make his stuff
He's got his concentrated lye, c**aine and his snuff
Spoken: He'll fix you up a drink, just won't quit!
It'll make you fight a circle saw
Make you slap the ladies down
And make you pick a fight with your Pa
The bootleggin' man got his bottle in his hand
And all he needs is a little more speed
So he can out-run the Revenue man
I went home the other night, I swore I wouldn't drink no more
Until saloons come back with bottled in bond and the days of long ago
But I see that will never be, so I just got drunk again
I haven't nothin', as long as corn liquor lasts 'til I got no money to spend
The bootleggin' man got his bottle in his hand
And all he needs is a little more speed
So he can out-run the Revenue man
The bootleggin' man got his bottle in his hand
And all he needs is a little more speed
So he can out-run the Revenue man