Dooley Lyrics - Gourds

Dooley was a good ol' man 

he lived below the mill 

Dooley had two daughters 

and a forty-gallon still. 

One gal watched the boiler 

the other watched the spout 

and momma corked the bottles 

when ol' Dooley fetched them out. 

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Dooley, slipping up the holler 

Dooley, trying to make a dollar 

Dooley, give me a swaller 

I'll pay you back some day. 

The revenuers came for him 

slipping through the woods 

Dooley kept behind them all 

he never lost his goods. 

Dooley was a trader 

when into town he'd come 

sugar by the bushel 

and molasses by the tub. 

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I remember very well 

the day ol' Dooley died 

the women folk looked sorry 

the men stood 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. 

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