Prohibition Blues - Jorma Kaukonen

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 d**e
C*****e and morphine
This ol' country sure ain't dry
And dry won't 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