Hard times comin' so the messenger said
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Better guard your liquor like your own homestead
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Took it under cover, then we took it underground
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In temptation, we had another round
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Governor came, 'bout eleven or twelve
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Under so much pressure,'couldn't help himself
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Word got out to the national guard
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Spread like a fire in a lumber yard
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Saddle up boys,and call up the mission
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A hundred strong in the providence hall
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Pray boys for the prohibition
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Damn that demon alcohol
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Cavalry came, and we were tumblin' dice
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Wouldn't let them in 'cos they wouldn't ask nice
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Drank to the health of friends and foe
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Thanks to the Lord, but he never did show
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Second wind gone as the second wave came
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Manned in command, in the president's name
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Kept at bay, kept knockin' at the door
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Couldn't care less 'cos we all wanted more
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Saddle up boys and call up the mission
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A hundred strong in the providence hall
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Pray boys for the prohibition
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Damn that demon alcohol
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Dried up supplies 'till the morning sun
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Never realized where it all could've gone
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List up boys, it's plain to see
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Hell is merely sobriety
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Saddle up boys and call up the mission
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A hundred strong in the providence hall
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Pray boys for the prohibition
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Damn that demon alcohol
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Saddle up boys and call up the mission
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A hundred strong in the providence hall
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Pray boys for the prohibition
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Damn that demon alcohol
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The saddle up, boys
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You better pray, boys
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Saddle up, boys
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You better pray, boys
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Damn that demon alcohol.
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Demon Alcohol
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Nazareth |