Bootlegger's Advice Lyrics - Assembly Of Dust

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 jaw 

I 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 goes 

I 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 still 

I 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