Now Dooley was a good old 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 Mama corked the bottles when old Dooley fetched 'em out.

(Chorus)
Dooley, slippin' up the holler
Dooley, tryin' to make a dollar
Dooley, give me a "swaller"
And I'll pay you back someday.

The revenuers came for him, a slippin' through the woods
Dooley kept behind 'em all and never lost his goods.
Dooley was a trader, when into town he'd come,
Sugar by the bushel and molasses by the drum.

I remember very well the day old Dooley died,
The women-folk looked sorry and 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.

(repeat chorus)

Written by Mitch Jayne and Rodney Dillard, and based on a real
person they knew back in Salem, MO.

"Old Dan Tucker"

Went to town the other night
to hear a noise and see a fight,
All the people was jumping around
saying Old Dan Tucker's coming to town.

(Chorus)
Get out the way for Old Dan Tucker
He's too late to get his supper,
Supper's over and dinner's cookin'
Old Dan Tucker's just standin' there lookin'

Old Dan Tucker came to town
ridin' a billy goat, leadin' a hound,
Hound dog barked and the billy goat jumped,
threw Dan Tucker right stradle of a stump.

(Repeat Chorus)