Now, what did you do with the gun in your hand,
You give it to a rounder and he shot a good man,
Oh, Lord, honey, take a drink on me.
Take a drink on me, take a drink on me,
All you rounders, take a drink on me,
Oh, Lord, honey, take a drink on me.
If you keep on stalling, you'll make me think
Your daddy was a monkey and mama was an ape,
Oh, Lord, honey, take a drink on me.
You see that gal with a hobble on,
She's good looking just as sure as you're born.
Oh, Lord, honey, take a drink on me.
Writer(s): Norman Woodlieff, Charlie Poole
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