In the land of Breathed County

Was raised a crooked man

Made the county dry and the prices high

For the bootleg whiskey man

His age was barely twenty-one

His family was ashamed

They had a son who left his home

For a bootleg whiskey game

Bootleg John won't you come on home

Your family's all alone

You're runnin' wild and your baby child

Wants his daddy home

His wife she loved hime dearly

Though he seldom came around

She'd always cry when he said goodbye

But she never could hold him down

Twelve pistols in his pocket

His shotgun on the floor

He made his run to Lexington

To the bootleg whiskey store

Bootleg John won't you come on home

Your family's all alone

You're runnin' wild and your baby child

Wants his daddy home

His car was full of whiskey

His hand was on his gun

He was set to go but he didn't know

He was makin' his last run

The sheriff pulled him over

And he shot the lawman down

They locked him well in the county jail

The jailer slapped him down

Bootleg John won't you come on home

Your family's all alone

You're runnin' wild and your baby child

Wants his daddy home

Bootleg John won't you come on home

Your family's all alone

You're runnin' wild and your baby child

Wants his daddy home