Prohibition, that's the name,
Prohibition drives me insane.
I'm so thirsty, soon I'll die,
I'm simple goin to 'vaporate or just run dry.
When Mister Hoover said to cut my dinner down
I didn't hesitate and I didn't frown
I cut my sugar, I cut my coal
But now they've cut deep inside my soul.
Chorus:
I've got the blues,
I've got the blues,
I've got the alcoholic blues.
No more beer my heart to cheer;
Goodbye whiskey, you used to make me frisky.
So long high ball, so long gin,
Oh, tell me when you comin' back agin?
Blues, I've got the blues
Since they amputated my booze
Lordy Lordy, war is well…
You know, I don't have to tell you
Oh, I've got the alcoholic blues,
Some blues.
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