I was born in England, raised in France
They’d send the coathanger, wouldn’t send the pants

Chorus:
Tell me how long have I got to wait
Or can I get you now or must I hesitate?

I was raised in Alabama, born in Tennessee
Don’t you like my peaces don’t you shake-a my tree

(Chorus)

If the river was whiskey and I was a duck
I’d dive to the bottom boys I’d never come up

(Chorus)

I got the hesitation stockings the hesitation shoes
great god almighty I got those hesitation blues

(Chorus)
Well looked down the road far as I can see
Got no woman boys the blues got me

(Chorus)

If the river was whiskey and the branches were wine
You could see me at the river any old time

(Chorus x 2)

Now the way things look around this town
Better find a pretty woman before the sun goes down
If you need a place to lay your head
Find a pretty little woman in a pretty big bed

You make like a fool, you stumble around
Better find you a woman before you buy another round
In like a lamb and out like a lion
One minute your laughin’ the next you’re cryin’

Chorus:
Its hard to tell, hard to tell
You gotta get a woman its hard to tell
Can’t be sure, can’t be sure
Is she gonna be your pretty little girl?
Your pretty little girl

Better cut your hair, comb that mop
Shine them shoes, wear tails and top
Trim that ‘stache, don’t be slow
You gonna need it where you got to go

Hit that trail ride that roan
and buck that limb when you get her back home
Buckle up boys dont think twice
and love that woman with all your might

(Chorus)

Now she don’t call and she don’t write
You’re home with your mother every Saturday night
You see her on the town, she don’t see you
You oughta quit courtin’ and take up booze

You gotta make it look like a big for-tune,
got Callico shorts and alligator shoes
There aint no woman gonna waste her time,
waiting for a poor boy to drag her down

(Chorus)

F# Chord:

e–2–
[B–2–]
[G–2–]
[D–4–]
[A–4–]
[E–2–]
Intro: A,E,A,E,A,E,A,E,D,A,E,A,E,A

The A-E transition is very quick so hardly one strum is required on the E chords.

I was born and raised, A bootlegger’s boy,

In the Cherokee Hills, I applied my trade,

In Mountain City, I had me a time, just makin’ money, on Moonshine.

Interlude: A,E,A,E,A…

So I hauled my load, into Knoxville town,

I met me a gal, and we knocked around,

But them Knoxville girls, can’t leave me alone,

In my suits so fine, and my bottle of corn.

Chorus:
I’m going back to Mountain City, Where I can make another run,

Load my trunk, with Moonshine whisky, I am a brave, Bootlegger’s Son.

Interlude: A,E,A,E,A…

So I sold that corn, to the Circuit Judge,

On the public square, to Mayor Trent,

But I met with trouble, on the tracks one night,

With a drunken man, I commenced to fight.

Interlude: A,E,A,E,A…

Yeah I fought five rounds, then I put him away,

With a wicked jab, from a razor blade,

And the women screamed, as the bottles broke,

On stony ground, where the blood did flow.

Chorus:
I’m going back to Mountain City, gonna make those revenues run

I killed a man, in a feud of whiskey, I am a cruel, Bootlegger’s son.

Solo: play the chords to the chorus 2x

Interlude: A,E,A,E,A…

Now I roam the night, just to hide my shame,

I lost all my money, can’t find a friend,

Gonna drag my bones, to the mountainside,

If corn don’t kill me, I might never die.

Chorus:

I’m going back to Mountain City, or else they’ll hang me this I know,

I killed a man, in a feud of whiskey, I am a cruel, Bootlegger’s boy.

I’m going back to Mountain City, to the Cherokee hills I started from,

Going home broke ain’t it a pity, I am a cruel, Bootlegger’s son.

Outro: play the chords to chorus

born up on the blue ridge at the carolina line

baptized on the banks of the new river

brought up on bluegrass and clear moonshine

tough as iron but a heart soft as leather

levi lord lord lord the shot him down

ten thousand miles from a southern town

oh oh levi

like a fire on the mountain running wild in those days

playing nights of the golden horseshoe and indian raids

now its parachutes and combat boots and camouflage airplanes

and a country boy who don’t belong in the desert anyway

levi lord lord lord the shot him down

ten thousand miles from a southern town

oh oh levi

Solo

well the sand box sure gets lonesome and its a hundred and nine degrees

singing carry me back to virginia Lord I’m down here on my knees

in the market square while the bells were ringing loud to fill the air

levi gazed his eyes out through the rocket glare

beyond the desert and the ocean to the furthest fields of home

and when the bullets pierced his body he was already gone

levi lord lord lord the shot him down

ten thousand miles from a southern town

oh oh levi lord lord lord the shot him down

oh oh levi

oh oh levi

CAPO 2

[(G)]
Well she tore my clothes
She swelled my h[(C)]ead
So goodbye b[(D)]ooze i’m goin to [(G)]bed
I had a good t[(C)]ime, but we couldn’t [(G)]agree
So you see what b[(D)]ooze has done for [(G)]me

Oh goodbye [(C)]booze
Forever m[(G)]ore
My boozin’ d[(D)]ays will soon be o[(G)]’er
I had a good t[(C)]ime, but we couldn’t a[(G)]gree
So you see what bo[(D)]oze has done for [(G)]me

Well she slammed my head
She broke my heart
So goodbye booze its time we part
I had a good time
But we couldn’t agree
So you see what booze has done for me

So goodbye booze
Forever more
My boozin’ days will soon be o’er
I had a good time
But we couldn’t agree
So you see what booze has done for me

Well she whipsered low, how sweet it sounds
Won’t don’t you take another ride on the merry go round
Oh I had a good time, but we couldn’t agree
So you see what booze has done for me

So goodbye booze
Forever more
My boozin’ days will soon be o’er
I had a good time, but we couldn’t agree
So you see what booze has done for me

INTRO: G

Well, don’t you never let no woman rule your mind
Don’t you never let no woman rule your mind
Well, she’ll leave you troubled, worried all the time

Well, I got a letter, mama, you ought’a heard what it read
Lord, I got a letter, mama, you ought’a heard what it read
If you’re coming back, baby, now’s your only chance

Don’t you never let no woman rule your mind
Well, don’t you never let no woman rule your mind
Well, she’ll leave you troubled, worried all the time

INSTRUMENTAL: G C G D C G

So, don’t you wish that your fairer was little and cute like mine
Oh, don’t you wish that your fairer was little and cute like mine
Well, she’s a married woman, Lord, she come and see me sometimes

Well, don’t you never let no woman rule your mind
Don’t you never let no woman rule your mind
Well, she’ll leave you troubled, now, worried all the time

INSTRUMENTAL: G C G D C G

Well, don’t you never let no woman rule your mind
Don’t you never let no woman rule your mind
Well, she’ll leave you troubled, worried all the time
Lord, she’ll leave you troubled, worried all the time

I had a girl, her name was Eve
Every time I’d hit her she’d holler “Police”
Cook them biscuits, cook ‘em brown
Done talkin’ I’ll tear it around
If you catch another mule kickin’ in your stall
Then tear it down

Chorus:
Oh, tear it down (bed, slats and all)
Oh, tear it down (bed, slats and all)
Oh, tear it down (bed, slats and all)
Oh, tear it down (bed, slats and all)
If you catch another mule kickin’ in your stall
Man, you gotta tear it down

Mr. Evans on the avenue ain’t ashamed
To see that monkey whiffin’ that cocaine
Went upstairs to ring the bell
Police in the alley sniffin’ cocaine
When you catch another mule kickin’ in your stall
Then tear it down

Chorus

Every time I’d hit her she’d holler “Police”
Cook them biscuits, cook ‘em brown
Done talkin’ I’ll tear it around
If you catch another mule kickin’ in your stall
Then tear it down

Chorus

Chorus:
Keep your hand on that plough, hold right on
Hold on, hold right on
Keep your hand on that plough, hold right on

Well, Matthew, Mark and Luke and John
All my prophets are dead and gone

(Chorus)

Well, Peter got anxious and he said
Won’t you wash my hands and my feet and said

(Chorus)

No, I’ve never been to Heaven, but I’ve been told
It’s a pretty fair city, and the streets are gold

(Chorus)

Well I got my hand on the gospel plough
when I ain’t gotta nothin’ for my journey now

(Chorus)