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The Microbe: A Contagious Rag
The Alcoholic Blues (Some Blues)
 I love my country, 'deed I do But oh, that war has made me blue. I like fightin' that's my name, But fightin' is the least a-bout the fightin' game. When Mister Hoover said to cut my dinner down, I never even hesitate, I never frown; I cut my sugar, I cut my coal, But now they dug deep in my soul.
I've got the blues -- I've got the blues, I've got the alcoholic blues. No more beer my heart to cheer; Goodbye whiskey, you used to make me frisky. So long high-ball, so long gin. Oh, tell me when you comin' back a-gin? Blues -- I've got the blues Since they amputated my booze Lord-y Lord-y, war is well -- you know, I don't have to tell-- Oh, I've got the alcoholic blues, some blues -- I've got the blues.
Prohibition that's the name, Prohibition, drives me insane. I'm so thirsty, soon I'll die, I'm simply goin' to 'vaporate, I'm just that dry. I wouldn't mind to live forever in a trench, Just if my daily thirst they only let me quench; And not with Bevo or Gingerale I want real stuff by the pail.
Copyright 1919 by Broadway Music Corporation. Words by Edward Laska, music by Albert Von Tilzer. Labels: ephemera, music, prohibition, sheet music, vintage
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