| It was an early Sunday morning
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| And the church was crowded full
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| Old elder Brown was rave’n
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| He was angry as a bull
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| The congregation sensed it And they knew just what he meant
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| When he said my text today is You sinners must repent
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| Who threw the whisky in the well (in the well)
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| Who threw the whisky in the well (in the well)
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| Cause Deacon Jones knelt down to pray
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| All he said was «Hey Hey»
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| So who threw the whisky in the well (in the well)
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| (Now who threw the whisky in the well) In the well
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| (Who threw the whisky in the well) In the well
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| I’m feel’en mighty fine
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| I’m high as Georgia Pine
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| So who threw the whisky in the well
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| In the well
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| Who threw the whisky in the well (in the well)
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| Who threw the whisky in the well (in the well)
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| Keep you dippers out of that well
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| Or we all wind up in (WELL)
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| Who threw the whisky in the well (in the well)
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| That’s what I’d like to know
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| Well sisters and brothers
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| I’m taking my leave thee
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| Every time I show you the light
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| And you all live outside of me Since brother Jones brought his bone
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| And Sister Ash has all the cash
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| Let’s get together drink water get tall
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| Come on children let’s have a ball |