Hard times comin' so the messenger said Better guard your liquor like your own homestead Took it under cover, then we took it underground In temptation, we had another round Governor came out, eleven or twelve Under so much pressure, couldn't help himself Word got out to the national guard Spread like a fire in a lumber yard Saddle up boys and call up the mission A hundred strong in the providence hall Pray boys for the prohibition Damn that demon alcohol Cavalry came and we were tumblin'dice Wouldn't let them in, 'cos they wouldn't ask nice Drank to the health of friends and foe Thanks to the Lord but he never did show Second wind gone as the second wave came Manned in command, in the president's name Kept at bay, kept knockin' at the door Couldn't care less 'cos we all wanted more Saddle up boys and call up the mission A hundred strong in the providence hall Pray boys for the prohibition Damn that demon alcohol Dried up supplies till the morning sun Never realized where it all could've gone Listen up boys, it's plain to see Hell is merely sobriety Saddle up boys and call up the mission A hundred strong in the providence hall Pray boys for the prohibition Damn that demon alcohol Saddle up boys and call up the mission A hundred strong in the providence hall Pray boys for the prohibition Damn that demon alcohol The saddle up, boys You better pray, boys Saddle up, boys You better pray, boys Damn that demon alcohol © RANKIN SONGS; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com