Since hard liquor came in style there’s plenty money to be made
Just get a job at one of these fields and you surely will be paid

I tell you it's a mighty risk to run and a mighty chance to take
To spend your money for the corn that the bootlegger make

The bootlegging man got his bottle in his hand
And all he needs is a little more speed so he can outrun the revenue man

When the bootlegger goes to his still get ready to make his stuff
He got his concentrated lye, cocaine, and his snuff

He’ll fix you up a drink just won't quit it’ll make you fight a circle saw
Make you slap the lady down and make you pick a fight with your pa

The bootlegging man got his bottle in his hand
And all he needs is a little more speed so he can outrun the revenue man

I went home the other night I swore I wouldn’t drink no more
Until saloons come back with bottle and [bondy?] and the days of long ago

But I see that will never be, so I just got drunk again
I haven’t nothing so long as corn liquor lasts, and I got no money to spend

The bootlegging man got his bottle in his hand
And all he needs is a little more speed so he can outrun the revenue man