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 dope

Cocaine and morphine,

This ol' country sure ain’t dry

And dry wont 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.