Bootlegger, bootlegger, please bring me wine, oh

I think my heart is failing me and it feels like I’m dying

I need to blur the lines again, on the shape that I’m in,

if ya can’t find me wine, won’t ya please bring some gin?

Oh bootlegger, bootlegger, please bring me gin,

Just can’t seem to shake my nerves, from the places that I’ve been

I’d slip on in to somewhere free if I could only wet my gums

If ya can’t find me gin, won’t ya please bring some rum?

Oh won’t ya bring me anything that’ll flood my mind...

Wash away the memory of the love that left me dry

Oh bootlegger, bootlegger, please bring me rum,

I need to get a jump on all, the heartache sure to come

I swear I’d wash it all away if I was strong enough to try

If ya can’t find that rum, whiskey rye’ll do just fine

Oh bootlegger, bootlegger, bring that whiskey rye

There’s hell hounds chained inside of me, gonna let ‘em run tonight

I’d pray to God to wash me clean, if I was just the praying kind

So let me howl with the devil in a jar of Ozark shine

Oh won’t ya bring me anything that’ll flood my mind...

Wash away the memory of the love that left me dry

Oh bootlegger, bootlegger, don’t come around no more

No matter how I beg and plead, don’t ya darken my door

I’m tired of drowning in this pain, so I’m kicking for the shore

So bootlegger, bootlegger, don’t ya come ‘round no more

Said bootlegger, bootlegger, don’t ya come ‘round no more