Rum Runners Lyrics - Cabbage - Gaelic Storm

From Bimini to the Jersey Shore they ran their sacred mission 

To help the poor unfortunates, oppressed by the Prohibition 

When the Puritans in politics began to play their dirty tricks 

And outlaw every thing that we enjoy 

Rum boats ahoy 

We're gonna get ourselves a drop of the Real McCoy 

Chorus: 

Rum runner, rum runner 

Run your rum right up the line 

Rum runner, rum runner 

Rum, whiskey, gin and rye 

Run rum runners run 

We're running dry 

We're running dry 

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Three miles off the shoreline waits the infamous 'Rum Row' 

Well if it's gambling, or girls, or drink you want just ask 'Havana Joe' 

You won't be taxed so never mind, and once you've left the law behind 

You can have it all, whatever is your vice 

Just name your price 

It's a free and easy floating paradise 

(Chorus) 

Well the boats come up from Charleston, and down from Gloucester Bay 

They're giving out free samples boys, and the party's underway 

Somebody brought a Calypso band, it's loud enough to hear on land 

And the hold is filled with barrels fit to burst 

To quench our thirst 

If the excise cutters don't get to it first 

(Chorus) 

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The shore patrol is on the way, our machine gun's at the ready 

God help us if we need it now, our hands are none too steady 

Uncle Sam is closing in, to take our women, take our gin 

You've bled us dry with all your revenues 

What's left to lose? 

You can take our lives but you'll never take our booze