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 jawI 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 goesI 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 stillI 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