William Elliott Whitmore - South Lee County Brew lyrics
[William Elliott Whitmore - South Lee County Brew lyrics]
Our Saturday night bonanzas are known
From here to Kansas as being the thing to do
We like to pass around that shine
Get everybody feelin’ fine
Drinking good old south lee county brew
Oh, put it to your lips and take a little nip
You know your bell is rung when
You can’t feel your tongue
And all you did was take a little sip
Oh, tip back the jar, so good so far
We’ll drink ‘til we don’t know what to do
We’ll hoop and we’ll holler
We’ll take another swallow
Of that good old south lee county brew
Another batch will be done soon
We’ll be howlin’ at the moon
What tomorrow brings I haven’t got a clue
All I know is tonight I’ll be feelin' alright
With my bottle of south lee county brew
Oh, put it to your lips and take a little nip
You know your bell is rung when
You can’t feel your tongue
And all you did was take a little sip
Oh, tip back the jar, so good so far
We’ll drink ‘til we don’t know what to do
We’ll hoop and we’ll holler
We’ll take another swallow
Of that good old south lee county brew
Some folks say that the jar’s half empty
Some folks say that the jar’s half full
And some folks like me don’t give a damn
Long as I get another pull
Oh, tip back the jar, so good so far
We’ll drink ‘til we don’t know what to do
We’ll hoop and we’ll holler
We’ll take another swallow
Of that good old south lee county brew
We'll dance a little jig and
We'll take another swig
Of that good old south lee county brew
From here to Kansas as being the thing to do
We like to pass around that shine
Get everybody feelin’ fine
Drinking good old south lee county brew
Oh, put it to your lips and take a little nip
You know your bell is rung when
You can’t feel your tongue
And all you did was take a little sip
Oh, tip back the jar, so good so far
We’ll drink ‘til we don’t know what to do
We’ll hoop and we’ll holler
We’ll take another swallow
Of that good old south lee county brew
Another batch will be done soon
We’ll be howlin’ at the moon
What tomorrow brings I haven’t got a clue
All I know is tonight I’ll be feelin' alright
With my bottle of south lee county brew
Oh, put it to your lips and take a little nip
You know your bell is rung when
You can’t feel your tongue
And all you did was take a little sip
Oh, tip back the jar, so good so far
We’ll drink ‘til we don’t know what to do
We’ll hoop and we’ll holler
We’ll take another swallow
Of that good old south lee county brew
Some folks say that the jar’s half empty
Some folks say that the jar’s half full
And some folks like me don’t give a damn
Long as I get another pull
Oh, tip back the jar, so good so far
We’ll drink ‘til we don’t know what to do
We’ll hoop and we’ll holler
We’ll take another swallow
Of that good old south lee county brew
We'll dance a little jig and
We'll take another swig
Of that good old south lee county brew