Bootlegger
Uncle Ben's Remedy
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What you gonna do with your money come Sunday hat you can’t get done here on riday night ause saving money’s or bankers and amily men And Tuesday the banker ran off with my wife I tried to drink her off my worried mind By drinking me a whiskey drink or two But nothing seemed to do the trick till I met this nasty old hick He said “son I got just the thing or you” Chorus God damn you bootlegger where you goin with my pay All I can do is stagger while hard earned money walks away God damn you bootlegger I swear it’s all your ault For a man like me shine that clean was bound to clear me out “ou should know better” my mama always told me Everybody pays for the way they play But it numbed my brain like it numbed my lips And my good sense left with every sip ow I’m on the loor with debts to pay chorus
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Written by: Benjamin Westlund, Harmony Griffin, Shawn Glenn Huestis, Brendan James O'Connor, James Walter Royce
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