"Dooley" lyrics

(One for the money, two for the show, possum up the gum tree, do-si-do)

Dooley was a good old man. He lived beyond the mill
Dooley had two daughters and a forty-gallon still
One gal watched the boiler, the other watched the spout
Mama corked the bottles and old Dooley fetched them out

Dooley, slippin' up the hollar. Dooley, tryin' to make a dollar
Dooley, give me a swaller and I'll pay you back some day

The revenuers came for him, a-slippin' through the woods
But Dooley kept behind them all and never lost his goods
Dooley was a trader when into town he come
Sugar by the bushel and molasses by the ton

Dooley, slippin' up the hollar. Dooley, tryin' to make a dollar
Dooley, give me a swaller and I'll pay you back some day

I remember, very well, the day old Dooley died
The woman folk looked sorry and the men sat around and cried
Now, Dooley's on the mountain, he lies there, all alone
They put a jug beside him and a barrel for a stone

Dooley, slippin' up the hollar. Dooley, tryin' to make a dollar
Dooley, give me a swaller and I'll pay you back some day
Dooley, slippin' up the hollar. Dooley, tryin' to make a dollar
Dooley, give me a swaller and I'll pay you back some day
I'll pay you back some day. I'll pay you back some day