I was a bootleggernprohibition never slowed me downnthe secret knock on my back doornwould get you into my side of townnthe pretty women...the handsome mennthe boys straight out of the holding pennI was a bootleggernoh...for those desperate days againnnThe same railroad tracksnthat cut the town in twonthey took all I hadnwhen they took younbut that Uncle Samnhe made me who I amnI was a bootleggernfor your rules I could give a damnnnfirst in warnfirst in peacenlast in the American leaguenyou didn't need a gunnin Washingtonnyou'd just tell me what you neednyou'd just tell me what you neednnI was a bootleggerna free market devoteenno selling apples on the streetnno...none of that shit for menI fought the great warnwell I never knew what fornI was a bootleggerntrapped in a tug-of-warnna year in a trenchnwill make you dryncan't remember where you've beennyou came home to findnthey moved the bottom linenmaking that same old mistake againnmaking that same old mistake againnnI was a bootleggernprohibition never slowed me downnthe secret knock on my back doornwould get you into my side of townnthe pretty women...the handsome mennthe boys straight out of the holding pennI was a bootleggernoh...for those desperate days againnoh...for those desperate days againnoh...for those desperate days again