Lyrics South Lee County Brew - William Elliott Whitmore

Our Saturday night bonanzas, are known from here to Kansas
As being the thing to do
We like to pass around that shine, get everybody feelin' fine
Drinking good old south lee county brew

Put it to your lips and take a little nip
You know your bell is rung when you can't feel your tongue
And all you did was take a little sip

Tip back the jar, so good so far
We'll drink 'til we don't know what to do
We'll hoop and we'll holler, we'll take another swallow
Of that good old south lee county brew

Another batch will be done soon, we'll be howlin' at the moon
What tomorrow brings I haven't got a clue
All I know is tonight I'll be feelin alright
With my bottle of south lee county brew
Put it to your lips and take a little nip
You know your bell is rung when you can't feel your tongue
And all you did was take a little sip

Tip back the jar, so good so far
We'll drink 'til we don't know what to do
We'll hoop and we'll holler, we'll take another swallow
Of that good old south lee county brew

Some folks say that the jar's half empty
Some folks say that the jar's half full
Some folks like me don't give a damn
Long as I get another pull

Tip back the jar, so good so far
We'll drink 'til we don't know what to do
We'll hoop and we'll holler, we'll take another swallow
Of that good old south lee county brew