I'm thinking about the year

Of 19 and 29

I'm thinking about the year

Of 19 and 29

New year caught me

With marked money man

I was doing just fine

I was lying down with my baby

We had one small quart of gin

I was lying down with my baby

We had one small quart of gin

That old doorbell kept ringing

I wouldn't leave nobody come in

That old doorbell kept ringing

I wouldn't leave nobody come in

The whistle was blowing for New Year

Around twelve o'clock at night

I lied down on there with my baby

Until the good Lord brought daylight

Early one New Year morning

I was walking down by the hill

Early one New Year morning

I was walking down by the hill

Every man likes his liquor

When he gets it fresh from the still

I hate to drink all new year

For this whiskey they

Making is too strong

I hate to drink all new year

For this whiskey they

Making is too strong

Because when I take

Two or three drinks

I'll be drunk the whole year long