Hard times
comin’ so the messenger said
Better guard your liquor like your own homestead
Took it under cover, then we took it underground
In temptation, we had another round
Governor came, ‘bout eleven or twelve
Under so much pressure,’couldn’t help himself
Word got out to the national guard
Spread like a fire in a lumber yard
Saddle up boys,and call up the mission
A hundred strong in the providence hall
Pray boys for the prohibition
Damn that demon alcohol
Cavalry came, and we were tumblin’ dice
Wouldn’t let them in ‘cos they wouldn’t ask nice
Drank to the health of friends and foe
Thanks to the Lord, but he never did show
Second wind gone as the second wave came
Manned in command, in the president’s name
Kept at bay, kept knockin’ at the door
Couldn’t care less ‘cos we all wanted more
Saddle up boys and call up the mission
A hundred strong in the providence hall
Pray boys for the prohibition
Damn that demon alcohol
Dried up supplies ‘till the morning sun
Never realized where it all could’ve gone
List up boys, it’s plain to see
Hell is merely sobriety
Saddle up boys and call up the mission
A hundred strong in the providence hall
Pray boys for the prohibition
Damn that demon alcohol
Saddle up boys and call up the mission
A hundred strong in the providence hall
Pray boys for the prohibition
Damn that demon alcohol
The saddle up, boys
You better pray, boys
Saddle up, boys
You better pray, boys
Damn that demon alcohol.
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