Lyrics:
My Daddy played poker on a stump in the woods back in his younger daysProhibition was the talk, but the rich folks walked to the woods where my Daddy stayedJugs and jars from shiners, these old boys here, they ain't minersThey came from the twenty-ninersIt didn't take a hole in the ground to put the bottom in their faceBack in the thirties when the dust bowl driedAnd the woods in Alabama didn't see no lightMy Daddy played poker by a hard wood fireSqueezing all his luck from a hot copper wireScrap like a wildcat fights till the endTrap a wildcat and take his skinDeal from the bottom, put the ace in the holeOne hand on the jug but you never do knowSon come runningYou better come quickThis rotgut moonshine is making me sickYour Mama called the law and they're gonna take me awayDown so far even the Devil won't stayWhere I call to the Lord with all my soulI can hear him rattling the chains on the doorHe couldn't get in I could see he triedThrough the shadows of the cage around the forty watt lightDaddy tell me another storyTell me about the lows and the highsTell me how to tell the difference between what they tell me is the truth or a lieTell me why the ones who have so much make the ones who don't go madWith the same skin stretched over their white bones and the same jug in their handMy Daddy played poker on a stump in the woods back when the world was grayBefore black and white went and chose up sides and gave a little bit of both their wayThe only blood that's any cleaner is the blood that's blue or greenerWithout either you just get meaner and the blood you gave gives you away