Текст песни Chug-A-Lug - Bobby Bond

Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you wanna holler hidey-ho
Burns your tummy, don't you know
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Grape wine in a Mason jar
Homemade in school
By a friend of mine after class
Me and him and this other fool decided that
We'll drink up what's left
Chug-a-lug, so we helped ourselves
First time for everything
My ears still ring
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you wanna holler hidey-ho
Burns your tummy, don't you know
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
4-H and FFA
On a field trip to the farm
Me and a friend sneak off behind
This big old barn
Where we uncovered a covered-up moonshine still
And we thought we'd drink our fill
Well, I swallowed it with a smile
I run ten miles
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you wanna holler hidey-ho
Burns your tummy, don't you know
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Jukebox and sawdust floor
Something like you ain't never seen
And I'm just going on fifteen
But with the help of my finagling uncle
I get snuck in
For my first taste of sin
I said let me have a big old sip
I done a double back flip
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you wanna holler hidey-ho
Burns your tummy, don't you know
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug