Gourds (The)
Dooley
Dooley was a good ol' manHe lived below the millDooley had two daughtersAnd a forty-gallon still.One gal watched the boilerThe other watched the spoutAnd momma corked the bottlesWhen ol' Dooley fetched them out.CHORUS:Dooley, slipping up the hollerDooley, trying to make a dollarDooley, give me a swallerI'll pay you back some day.The revenuers came for himSlipping through the woodsDooley kept behind them allHe never lost his goods.Dooley was a traderWhen into town he'd comeSugar by the bushelAnd molasses by the tub.CHORUSLetras de cancionesI remember very wellThe day ol' Dooley diedThe women folk looked sorryThe men stood around and cried.Now Dooley's on the mountainHe lies there all aloneThey put a jug beside himAnd a barrel for a stone.CHORUS
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