Dooley - Norma Jean

Dooley was a good ol' man

He lived below the mill

Dooley had two daughters

And a forty-gallon still

One gal watched the boilers

The other watched the spout

And momma corked the bottles

When ol' Dooley fetched 'em out

Dooley, slipping up the holler

Dooley, trying to make a dollar

Dooley, give me a swaller

I’ll pay you back some day

Well the revenuers came for him

Slipping through the woods

Dooley kept behind 'em all

He never lost his goods

Dooley was a trader

When into town he’d come

Sugar by the bushel

And molasses by the tub

Dooley, slipping up the holler

Dooley, trying to make a dollar

Dooley, give me a swaller

I’ll pay you back some day

I remember very well

The day ol' Dooley died

The women folk looked sorry

The men stood around and cried

Now Dooley’s on the mountain

He lies there all alone

They put a jug beside him

And a barrel for a stone

Dooley, slipping up the holler

Dooley, trying to make a dollar

Dooley, give me a swaller

I’ll pay you back some day

I’ll pay you back some day