Lyrics and music: John H. Schiessler

BOOTLEG  BOOZE

Well I came right over yonder

To bootleg some ol' man blues

My ragged and tattered clothin'

're dirty like my holey shoes

 

Some men tryin' to push me right back

Way back home

But I'm about to trade 'em bootlegs 'til I'm dead and gone.

 

Well, I hear your master screamin'

Don't buy no stuff from that ol' man

He's down and out he ain't got none but bootleg booze in his hand

uuh, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yes, yes.

 

Some men tryin' to push me right back

Way back home

But I'm about to trade 'em bootlegs 'til I'm dead and gone.

 

Hey, Hey Heyahey.

 

Well we came here over yonder

My brother and my assistant K.

We'd learn you how to bootleg and then

Boogey your master away.

 

Some men tryin' to push me right back

Way back home

But I'm about to trade 'em bootlegs 'til I'm dead and gone.

© Wolf Sander