The preacher smiled and in they filed and all I did was grin
Uncle Joe and uncle Jack was loaded to the skin
Cousin Jane was talkin’ ‘bout the freedom I had lost
The only thing about it is it’s legal and its cost
Come on
Come on
Come on
You might’ve let me know that
You’re trying’ to put me on
Come on
Come on
Come on
You might’ve let me know that
You’re trying’ to put me on
The revenuers came and took my still with all my gin
My moonshine and the June shine and all my liquid sin
They put me in the steel house and they gave me one to nine
And all that was doin’ was just tryin’ to get behind
Come on
Come on
Come on
You might’ve let me know that
You’re trying’ to put me on
Come on
Come on
Come on
You might’ve let me know that
You’re trying’ to put me on
They’re guaranteed to last you and they’re guaranteed to shrink
They’re fireproof and they’re waterproof in case you have to sink
You’re covered by insurance against theft and petty crime
You should’ve seen me demonstrate at Expo ‘69
Come on
Come on
Come on
You might’ve let me know that
You’re trying’ to put me on
Come on
Come on
Come on
You might’ve let me know that
You’re trying’ to put me on
Come on
Come on
Come on
You might’ve let me know that
You’re trying’ to put me on
Come on
Come on
Come on
You might’ve let me know that
You’re trying’ to put me on

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