Bootleg John





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In the land of breatham county there lived a crooked man
Made the county dry and 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 the 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 him dearly though he seldom came around
She'd always cry when he said goodbye but she could never hold him down
With a pistol in his pocket and a 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 making his last run
The sheriff pulled him over and he shot the lawman down
They locked him well in the county jail the jail in jackson town