Dooley - Porter Wagoner

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
Mama corked the bottles and old Dooley fetched them out.

Dooley slippin' up the holler
Dooley tryin' to make a dollar
Dooley give me a swallow
And I'll pay you back some day.

The revenuers came for him a slippin' through the wood
Dooley kept behind them all and never lost his good
Dooley was a trader when into town he'd come
Sugar by the bushel and molasses by the tons.

Dooley slippin' up the holler
Dooley tryin' to make a dollar
Dooley give me a swallow
And I'll pay you back some day.

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I remember very well the day old Dooley died
The woman folk felt 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.

Dooley slippin' up the holler
Dooley tryin' to make a dollar
Dooley give me a swallow
And I'll pay you back some day.

Dooley slippin' up the holler
Dooley tryin' to make a dollar
Dooley give me a swallow
And I'll pay you back some day...