Bootlegger

Rumrunners downtown are going to sell my things
I'm the same old rooted man
I’ve got to raise up my load, on my rusty truck
And took to the Georgia lane
I’ve got fur in my coat and a dizzy road, lord is not a shame

Well I’ve done in my way
Eluding Heads
Spreading round my name
You know I got my dizzy load
I am a
Bootlegger

Lord I remember the time in Minnesota
Whiskey to the Speakeasies
Revenuers knocking in my door
You’re a Smuggler man until the knee

Hey man
Are those
Foreign whiskeys?
No, no
They are just water bottles that can make you dizzy

You know I’ve got my dizzy load
I'm a
Bootlegger

I’ve got to raise up my load
I'm rolling big
There is moonshine on my head
Have you seen a man, with a Rooty saying?
Just about an hour ago?
Well I looked down a man inside a lengthy Cadillac
Unsteady through the lane’
They are chasing my head, and I don’t care
Bout this law’s Volstead

You know I’ve got my dizzy load
I'm a
Bootlegger