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Track # 3 from Dirt Nap - EP by Dead Winter Carpenters
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Bootleg Jack - Jesse Dunn
I'm done with drinking whiskey.
I've hit my quota goal,
Of an average man's lifetime intake,
At 72 years old.
I made it in a third that time,
Now you can't shake a stick at that,
I feel a little fire down in my belly,
They call me Bootleg Jack.
Bootleg! Jack's what they call me,
Bootleg! That's what I do.
I bootleg from here to Georgia,
Been around a time or two,
I said I've been around a time or two.
Just before daylight,
Duty calls my name,
And the dogs they chase their tails around,
In an unforgiving game.
Well, there ain't much light that's pouring through,
This old raised roof of thatch,
I make my bed with the creepy crawlers,
They call me Bootleg Jack.
Bootleg! Jack's what they call me,
Bootleg! That's what I do.
I bootleg from here to Georgia,
Been around a time or two,
I said I've been around a time or two.
Come hell or high water,
I'll be gettin' down the road.
Come hell or high water,
I'm gone.
Come hell or high water,
I'll be gettin' down the road.
Come hell or high water,
I'm gone.
Things were getting risky,
When I last pulled into town,
I must have been a little lazy,
Cuz they burned my old still down.
Now Jack he ain't no greenhorn,
And the devil owns my soul,
You best believe I've got my rifle,
Two aces in the hole.
Bootleg! Jack's what they call me,
Bootleg! That's what I do.
I bootleg from here to Georgia,
Been around a time or two,
I said I've been around a time or two.
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Dirt Nap - EP,
released January 10, 2014
Written by Jesse Dunn (Stimson Mountain Music, ASCAP)
Published by Dead Winter Carpenters
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