Hagrid the Henchwoman loved her little silver axe
She walked around threatening people in Hackensack
The revenuers were so scared, she paid no tax
This might be a lie, but I was told these were the facts.
GOING….GOING….SADLY…..GONE
HEY…..WHADDAMIBIDFOR…..this….this ….
WHATEVERITISOLDERTHANMEANTIQUEYTHING.
C’MON NOW LET’S START THE BIDDING…..
WHAT IS THIS BEAUTY WORTH???
5 DOLLAHS…..WHO’LL GIVE ME 5 DOLLAHS???
COM’N NOW IT HAS ORIGINAL BURN HOLES
FROM A TIME WHEN PEOPLE ACTUALLY SMOKED----INDOORS!!!
AUTHENTIC ANTIQUE BURN HOLES
YA CAN’T BUY THAT RUSTIC LOOK…
I GOT 10 DOLLAHS OVAHERE……WHO’LL MAKE IT 15
15….COM’N…..15…….THIS GROOVE ALONG THE EDGE….
WORN BY THE WINDUPDANCINGBELLSOF THE ALARMCLOCK….
BOUGHT THE ALARM CLOCK AFTER THEY SHOT THE ROOSTER….
SOLD THE FARM WHEN THE HENS STOPPED LAYIN’…
CAN I GET 20……20…..UP IT FIVE TO PONDER THE
PENDULUM ARC ON THE MIRROR…..ETCHED
BY THE POCKET WATCH HUNG THERE…… EVERY NIGHT…
BUT ONE.
I GOT 30….30 FROM THE GENTLEMAN IN THE REAR.
CAN I GET 40….A SMALL PRICE TO PAY……SEE THAT HOLE…
CENTERLEFTOFNAMEPLATE….BULLETHOLE….REVENUERS…
C’MON….LET ME GET 50…..50…..HALF A HUNDRED….50
AND WE’LL THROW IN THE MAP TO THE STILL….
GOING ONCE…….GOING TWICE…….
John G. Lawless
2/29/2016
It's a proud family tradition
Here in the hills of Tennessee
My grand daddy brewed White Ligntin
And my daddy, before me.
It's just Cornmeal, water and yeast
Brewed in the family still.
Them revenuers can't find the place
They probably never will.
Don't drink it down, you sip it slow
It kicks like a stubborn ole mule.
There's a reason it's called White Lightnin
Some folks call it fuel.
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