โหลดเพลง mp3 Whisky Selling Blues - Lucille Bogan

Whiskey Selling Woman - Lucille Bogan
I feel superstitions

Somethin's going on wrong

I feel superstitions

Somethin's going on wrong

I've got my house full of beer
And my backyard full of corn

I've got four cases

Tomorrow at that county jail

I've got four cases

Tomorrow at that county jail

And two is for my whisky
And two is for my forfeit bail

The judge he said
To put a padlock on my door

The judge he said
To put a padlock on my door

And I can't sell whisky
And I can't give parties no more

I will sell my whisky
To the chief of police in town

I will sell my whisky
To the chief of police in town

And if he don't like my whisky
He's welcome to ride me down

If I had a thousand dollars
Judge I'd take my way

If I had a thousand dollars
Judge I'd take my way hey hey

And I would make this whole town

Sloppy drunk one day

I would build me a still on
Every street in this town

I would build me a still on
Every street in this town

And I wouldn't allow police
Eighteen miles around