Dooley — текст песни (Norma Jean)

Dooley was a good old man he lived below the mill
Dooley had two daughters and a forty gallon still
One gal watched the boiler the other watched the spout
Mama corked the bottles when old Dooley fetched them out
Dooley slippin` up the holler Dooley tryin` to make a dollar
Dooley give me a swallow and I`ll pay you back some day

The revenuers came for him a slippin` through the wood
Dooley kept behind them all and never lost his good
Now Dooley was a trader when into town he`d come
Sugar by the bushel and molasses by the ton
Dooley slippin` up the holler...
[ el.banjo - fiddle ]
Well I remember very well the day old Dooley died
The woman folk felt sorry and the men stood round and cried
Now Dooley`s on the mountain he lies there all alone
They put a jug beside him and a barrel for a stone
Dooley slippin` up the holler...
Dooley slippin` up the holler...