TOM FLANNERY


I Was A Bootlegger Lyrics

I was a bootleggerprohibition never slowed me down
the secret knock on my back door
would get you into my side of town
the pretty women...the handsome men
the boys straight out of the holding pen
I was a bootlegger
oh...for those desperate days again
The same railroad tracks
that cut the town in two
they took all I had
when they took you
but that Uncle Sam
he made me who I am
I was a bootlegger
for your rules I could give a damn
first in war
first in peace
last in the American league
you didn't need a gun
in Washington
you'd just tell me what you need
you'd just tell me what you need

I was a bootlegger
a free market devotee
no selling apples on the street
no...none of that shit for me
I fought the great war
well I never knew what for
I was a bootlegger
trapped in a tug-of-war
a year in a trench
will make you dry
can't remember where you've been
you came home to find
they moved the bottom line
making that same old mistake again
making that same old mistake again
I was a bootlegger
prohibition never slowed me down
the secret knock on my back door
would get you into my side of town
the pretty women...the handsome men
the boys straight out of the holding pen
I was a bootlegger
oh...for those desperate days again
oh...for those desperate days again
oh...for those desperate days again

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