Hard times comin? so the messenger said

Better guard your liquor like your own homestead

Took it under coverthen we took it underground

In temptationwe had another round

Governor came'bout eleven or twelve

Under so much pressure'couldn't help himself

Word got out to the national guard

Spread like a fire in a lumber yard



Saddle up boysand call up the mission

A hundred strong in the providence hall

Pray boys for the prohibition

Damn that demon alcohol



Cavalry cameand we were tumblin? dice

Wouldn't let them in ‘cos they wouldn't ask nice

Drank to the health of friends and foe

Thanks to the lordbut he never did show

Second wind gone as the second wave came

Manned in commandin the president's name

Kept at baykept knockin? at the door

Couldn't care less ‘cos we all wanted more



Saddle up boys and call up the mission

A hundred strong in the providence hall

Pray boys for the prohibition

Damn that demon alcohol



Dried up supplies ‘till the morning sun

Never realized where it all could've gone

List up boysit's plain to see

Hell is merely sobriety



Saddle up boys and call up the mission

A hundred strong in the providence hall

Pray boys for the prohibition

Damn that demon alcohol



Saddle up boys and call up the mission

A hundred strong in the providence hall

Pray boys for the prohibition

Damn that demon alcohol



The saddle upboys

You better prayboys

Saddle upboys

You better prayboys

Damn that demon alcohol.



(rankin.....polygram songs)

Published by nazareth (dunfermline) ltd.

Copyright 1994 polydor gmbhhamburg