Bootleg John

In the land of Breathed County was raised a crooked man
Made the county dry and the prices high
For the bootleg whiskey man
His age was barely twenty, his family was ashamed
They had a son who left his home
For the bootleg whiskey game

Chorus:
   Bootleg John won't you come on home
   Your family's all alone
   You're runnin' wild and your baby child
   Wants his daddy home

His wife she loved him dearly though he seldom came around
She'd always cry when he said goodbye
But she never could hold him down
With a pistol in his pocket his shotgun on the floor
He made his run to Lexington
To the bootleg whiskey store

Chorus:

Bootleg John won’t you come on home…

His car was full of whiskey, his hand was on his gun
He was set to go but he didn't know
He was makin' his last run
The sheriff pulled him over and he shot the lawman down
They locked him well in the county jail
In the jail in Jackson town

Chorus: Sing Twice