Red Sovine Bootlegger King Lyrics:
Born just south of Knoxville to a family both
humble and poor Never asked for anything at the
early age of ten delivered newspapers door to door
Then when he was in his teens he dreamed and
scheemed for finer things And he finally figured
out what he would do To be a big time business man
he went and hired old Hoke and Stan And he started
holdin' Chattanooga booze

Soon his pockets filled with money and his fingers
sported flashing diamond rings He had all he'd
ever wanted when they labelled him the bootlegger
king He always trusted Stan and Hoke to do exactly
as were told They were hired to drive and not to
think A smooth talking business man and he
convinced old Hoke and Stan That booze was made
for selling not to drink

That old spring city fally never knew what all it
carried But they knew when she unloaded by the
banks Two rusty rigs roared out of there brakin'
scrapin' jammin' gears Disguised to look like
gasoline tanks He knew the ways of opperate
runnin' Highway 58 Right on into Kingston
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Tennessee To make the sheriff turn his back and
face that old green pole and jack And swap the
load at junction Dixie Lee

That bootlegger king's fingers flashed with
diamond rings And the lawman never knew quite
where to wait But they knew it for the truth for a
load of hundred proof He would flash his old pearl
handled 38

Then one day he met a girl the sweetest thing in
all the world He knew the time had come to change
his life But it kinda hurt to go to church to find
the ones that got there first Was the same crooks
he dealt with just last night The only thing that
they believed is honor among the thieves And he
found a lot of partners on the scene The choir's
mouth were opened wide and that old deacon's
bloodshot eyes Were focused on that bootlegger
king

He sat there on the mourners bench that new born
baby made him think He knew he had a lot he must
confess He knew enough to write a book with every
name of every crook So he'd expose the whole
rotten mess And now he's got his conscience clear
he still don't know the name of beer Though true
friends are few and far between He ain't proud of
what he had to do he's heard the words that said
the truth They're out to get that bootlegger king
That bootlegger king's fingers...
Lyrics: Bootlegger King, Red Sovine [end]