Dillards (The)
Dooley
Dooley was a good ole manHe lived below the millDooley had two daughtersAnd a forty-gallon stillOne gal watched the boilerThe other watched the spoutAnd mama corked the bottlesAnd ole Dooley fetched 'em out.Dooley slippin' up the hollerDooley try to make a dollarDooley give me a swallerAnd I'll pay you back someday.The revenuers came for himA-sippin' though the woodsDooley kept behind them allAnd never lost his goodsDooley was a traderWhen into town he'd comeSugar by the bushelAnd molasses by the ton.Dooley slippin' up the hollerLetras de cancionesDooley try to make a dollarDooley gimme a swallerAnd I'l pay you back someday.I remember very wellThe day ole Dooley diedThe women folk weren't sorryAnd the men stood round and criedNow Dooleys on the mountainHe lies there all aloneThey put a jug beside himAnd a barrel for his stone.Dooley slippin' up the hollerDooley try to make a dollarDooley gimme a swallerAnd I'll pay you back someday.
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