Prohibition Blues Chords by Jorma Kaukonen

_ _ _ _ [Ab] _ [C] _ While cane liquor has done me wrong, [F] I can't sleep [C] night or day.
That terrible feeling comes [A] along [D] when the [G] kickin' begins to get away.
[C] The pot has poison and a mixture or two, [F] they call it sugar [C] blood.
If you drink the bootleg [D] shine, you'll [G] sure have [C] an achin' head. _ _
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you ever wake up on a Sunday [E] morning with the snakes [C] all around your bed?
I know you have, [B] I have [D] too, I know I'd [G] rather be dead.
The preacher comes [C] around and gives [F] advice, then you [C] have to stall.
[F] But if he gets to the [A] bottle first, [D] you know [G] never he'll leave you, [C] not at all.
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tell you brother and I won't lie, what's the matter in this land?
Drink it well, vote [A] it dry, [D] and hide [G] it if they can.
[C] The bitch ain't partying, they'll all get [Cm] drunk, and they'll call it society. _
But if they catch you [A] with a [D] pint, good morning [C] penitentiary. _ _
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_ Prohibition has [Em] killed more [F] folks than Sherman ever seen.
If they don't get [C] whiskey, they'll take to [D] dope, cocaine [G] and morphine.
[C] This old country, it sure [D] ain't [F] dry, and dry will never [C] be seen.
[F] Prohibition [C] is just [Dm] a scheme, [G] a fine money-making [C] machine. _
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Carbolic acid and creosote are to kill any man.
Some get paralyzed, some [A] get well, [D] some [G] hit the golden land.
[C] The undertaker has got to [F] live, beat him [C] if you can.
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Prohibition, [A] say it again, [D] is a money [G]-making fine [C] machine. _ _
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