The next song takes me back to a tour
I did into the Daisy Mountains
Most everybody there was a moonshiner
and I was lucky to get out alive.
They sure did throw the lead around there
and this song is about them.
They shall hold in the Hall of King Bat -Tek
And it won't hold no water no more
They shall hold in the Hall of King Bat -Tek
And through it the water does pour
Oh, he were the best pale
With nearly a defect of glow
Oh, that hole in the o 'erlooking bucket
Was put there when boys shot at four
Now my pappy was far too romantic
He was sure bound to come to some hill
Was the hussy that lived on the hill
Oh, he said it were right for her to help her
To the well by the old water mill
Just to carry her old looking bucket
For his name was Jack and
But my ma said she thought
For my poor pappy's carrying on
For his name weren't Jack, it was John
Then my ma told my mother to get up
And act like a true -blood man
And when he was able to sit up
My ma pulled the trigger again
There's a hole in your lookin' bucket
And it won't hold no water no more
So I plugged up my hole with a finger
And threw it through water be fore
Oh, I guess there's no use in denying
The end of my bucketless game
Oh, there'd not been a hole in that bucket
If more had it took better end