Hard times comin? so the messenger said Better guard your liquor like your own homestead Took it under coverthen we took it underground In temptationwe had another round Governor came'bout eleven or twelve Under so much pressure'couldn't help himself Word got out to the national guard Spread like a fire in a lumber yard Saddle up boysand call up the mission A hundred strong in the providence hall Pray boys for the prohibition Damn that demon alcohol Cavalry cameand we were tumblin? dice Wouldn't let them in 'cos they wouldn't ask nice Drank to the health of friends and foe Thanks to the lordbut he never did show Second wind gone as the second wave came Manned in commandin the president's name Kept at baykept knockin? at the door Couldn't care less 'cos we all wanted more Saddle up boys and call up the mission A hundred strong in the providence hall Pray boys for the prohibition Damn that demon alcohol Dried up supplies 'till the morning sun Never realized where it all could've gone List up boysit's plain to see Hell is merely sobriety Saddle up boys and call up the mission A hundred strong in the providence hall Pray boys for the prohibition Damn that demon alcohol Saddle up boys and call up the mission A hundred strong in the providence hall Pray boys for the prohibition Damn that demon alcohol The saddle upboys You better prayboys Saddle upboys You better prayboys Damn that demon alcohol. (rankin.....polygram songs) Published by nazareth (dunfermline) ltd. Copyright 1994 polydor gmbhhamburg