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Prohibition Is A Failure - Lowe Stokes
Prohibition is a failure most anyone can see
For whiskey is sold in every town in the good old USA
Oh the policeman will arrest you
He'll lock you up in jail
He'll drink up all your liquor
And turn you out on bail
I'm going back to Georgia
To join the drinking clan
Where whiskey is made of Red Seal Lye
And sold in old tin cans
Where the men they drink and gamble
And the women quarrel and fight
And the saloons they run wide open
And a man's killed every night
Oh the moonshiners in the mountains
They operate the stills
They're true blue to each other
What they say they'll do they will
They all carry six shooters
Shotguns and bowie knives
And the man who tries to raid them
Is sure to lose his life
Oh the city dude he makes home brew
Most anyone can learn
He takes a can of old malt syrup
And an old-fashioned churn
He adds a cake of yeast or two
And he let's it work and foam
And a bottle or two on a Saturday night
He'll sing My Home Sweet Home
Oh at the next election
I'm sure you all will see
We'll have light wines and good old beer in 1933
And if we do not get it
I'm telling you and you
We'll make our own liquor
And drink our old home brew
