| Hard times comin' so the messenger said
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| Better guard your liquor like your own homestead
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| Took it under cover, then we took it underground
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| In temptation, we had another round
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| Governor came, bout eleven or twelve
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| Under so much pressure, couldn't help himself
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| Word got out to the national guard
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| Spread like a fire in a lumber yard
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| Saddle up boys, and call up the mission
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| A hundred strong in the providence hall
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| Pray boys for the prohibition
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| Damn that demon alcohol
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| Cavalry came, and we were tumblin? |
| dice
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| Wouldn’t let them in cos they wouldn’t ask nice
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| Drank to the health of friends and foe
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| Thanks to the lord, but he never did show
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| Second wind gone as the second wave came
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| Manned in command, in the presidents name
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| Kept at bay, kept knockin? |
| at the door
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| Couldn’t care less cos we all wanted more
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| Saddle up boys and call up the mission
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| A hundred strong in the providence hall
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| Pray boys for the prohibition
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| Damn that demon alcohol
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| Dried up supplies till the morning sun
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| Never realized where it all couldve gone
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| List up boys, its plain to see
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| Hell is merely sobriety
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| Saddle up boys and call up the mission
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| A hundred strong in the providence hall
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| Pray boys for the prohibition
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| Damn that demon alcohol
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| Saddle up boys and call up the mission
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| A hundred strong in the providence hall
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| Pray boys for the prohibition
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| Damn that demon alcohol
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| The saddle up, boys
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| You better pray, boys
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| Saddle up, boys
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| You better pray, boys
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| Damn that demon alcohol |