Bootlegger's Advice

I make my money selling speakeasy gin

defying logic and law

every time the blind pig comes to take his cut

he wears a sickly look on his jaw

I know I''ve got a tarnished reputation

but man I sure can think on my toes

I know it''s not the finest station in life

but sometimes that''s how it goes

I am a man of low consequence

I rarely recognize my fill

but when I do I go to Ponchetrain

and spend a little time with my still

I am not qualified to evangelize

or to straighten crooked dice

but take it from your uncle call it bootlegger''s advice

vices are the spices of my life