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Who Threw the Whiskey in the Well? Paroles

Louis Prima

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Paroles de Who Threw the Whiskey in the Well?

It was a lovely Sunday mornin'
And everyone was gay.
Everyone but Deacon Jones
Who did not feel that way.

He was loaded down with pills; He was plastered to the gills.
You could tell it; You could smell it
Everytime you heard him yell:
I found out who threw the whiskey in the well.


Yes I know who threw the whiskey in the well.
Yes, I'm squealin' on my friend
'Cause he went south with my end.
Yes, I know who threw the whiskey in the well.

Deacon Jones,
Who threw the Whiskey in the well?
Deacon Jones,
Who threw the Whiskey in the well?

I will tell you in a minute
Soon as I find out what's in it.
Yes, I know who threw the whiskey in the well.

I'm gonna tell When you kneel down on your knees
I will set your mind at ease
'Cause I know who threw the whiskey in the well.