Little Brown Jug - Tex Beneke, The Modernaires

Me and my wife live all alone

In a little log hut we’re all our own;

She loves gin and I love rum

And don’t we have a lot of fun!

Ha, ha, ha, you and me

Little brown jug, don’t I love thee!

Ha, ha, ha, you and me

Little brown jug, don’t I love thee!

When I go toiling on the farm

I take the little jug under my arm;

Place it under a shady tree

Little brown jug, 'tis you and me.

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'Tis you that makes me friends and foes

'Tis you that makes me wear old clothes;

But, seeing you’re so near my nose

Tip her up and down she goes

If all the folks in Adam’s race

Were gathered together in one place

Then I’d prepare to she’d a tear (I'd let them go without a tear)

Before I’d part from you, my dear

If I’d a cow that gave such milk

I’d dress her in the finest silk;

Feed her up on oats and hay

And milk her twenty times a day

I bought a cow from Farmer Jones

And she was nothing but skin and bones;

I fed her up as fine as silk

She jumped the fence and strained her milk

And when I die don’t bury me at all

Just pickle my bones in alcohol;

I’ut a bottle o' booze at my head and feet

And then I know that I will keep

The rose is red, my nose is too

The violets blue and so are you;

And yet, I guess, before I stop

We’d better take another drop