In the land of Breathed County was raised a crooked man Made the county dry and the prices high For the bootleg whiskey man His age was barely twenty-one, his family was ashamed They had a son who left his home For a bootleg whiskey game
Bootleg John won't you come on home Your family's all alone You're runnin' wild and your baby child Wants his daddy home
His wife she loved hime dearly tho' he seldom came around She'd always cry when he said goodbye But she never could hold him down Twelve pistols in his pocket his shotgun on the floor He made his run to Lexington To the bootleg whiskey store
His car was full of whiskey, his hand was on his gun He was set to go but he didn't know He was makin' his last run The sheriff pulled him over and he shot the lawman down They locked him well in the county jail And the jailer slapped him down
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Bootleg John won't you come on home Your family's all alone You're runnin' wild and your baby child Wants his daddy home
His wife she loved hime dearly tho' he seldom came around She'd always cry when he said goodbye But she never could hold him down Twelve pistols in his pocket his shotgun on the floor He made his run to Lexington To the bootleg whiskey store
His car was full of whiskey, his hand was on his gun He was set to go but he didn't know He was makin' his last run The sheriff pulled him over and he shot the lawman down They locked him well in the county jail And the jailer slapped him down
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