| G | |
| Daddy was a cajun babe |
| G | |
| Raised on Southern land |
| G | |
| Some'uv of my kin folk tell me |
| G | |
| Was a street fightin' man |
| C | |
| Well they rush him down to see the doctor |
| C | |
| Hey! Doctor check his head |
| G | |
| The only thing that was wrong with him was Uncle Johnny's Red |
| D | |
| He drank ol' bootleg whiskey |
| G | |
| Until it killed him de | ad |
| G | |
| Happened back in the bayou baby |
| G | |
| Many year ago. |
| G | |
| Satan came to take him |
| G | |
| And did it real slow |
| C | |
| Well they rushed him down to see the doctor |
| C | |
| The Doctor just shook his head |
| G | |
| 20 years of rot gut whiskey done killed this poor man dead |
| D | |
| He drank ol' bootleg whiskey |
| G | |
| And it killed him d | ead |
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| Take a tip from me people |
| Brother, cain't ya see |
| Ain't no future in no poison whiskey |
| They goin' to rush you down to see the Doctor |
| The Doctor goin' to check your head |
| The only thing he's goin' to tell you baby |
| Stop drinking Johnny Walker's Red |
| D | |
| Don't drink poison whiskey |
| C | G | |
| Don't you drink it | boy |
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