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| Listen folks and I will | tell a funny | story |
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| You may think it sad but | I was in my | glory |
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| 'Twas a | cellar I crept | in, cobwebs | brushing by my chin |
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| On the | night I stole old | Sammy Morgan's | gin. |
| As my hand fell on the jug I had to snicker |
| But when I started for the door I went much quicker |
| For just up above my head someone jumped right out of bed |
| On the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin. |
| As I left that cellar believe me, I was liftin' |
| And the hops from one arm to the other shiftin' |
| Then I stopped and hauled the plug, sat there till I drained the jug |
| Had my mind all set, no spare drops I was missin'. |
| Then on my feet I thought I was, but wasn't |
| And for roads, I guess I saw about a dozen |
| When I reached the old porch door I went smack-o on the floor |
| On the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin. |
| I just made one step and landed in the coal-box |
| Then from off the mantle came a Big Ben 'larm clock |
| But I finally got upstairs after passing seven bears |
| 'Twas the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin. |
| By my bedroom door an owl stood taking tickets |
| Then the monkey stood before me baking biscuits |
| But the funniest sight of all was two roosters playing ball |
| On the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin. |
| I saw mice as big as horses washing dishes |
| As an ape came in the door dressed up in britches |
| Then the floor fell on my head as I tried to get in bed |
| 'Twas the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin. |
| Well, I woke next morning guess 'twas closer ev'nin' |
| And my room was certainly in an awful shape |
| Someone else had took my head and left an elephant's there instead |
| On the morning after drinking Sammy's gin. |