Dooley Lyrics - Porter Wagoner

Dooley was a good old man he lived below the mill 

Dooley had two daughters and a forty gallon still 

One gal watched the boiler the other watched the spout 

Mama corked the bottles and old Dooley fetched them out 

Dooley slippin' up the holler Dooley tryin' to make a dollar 

Dooley give me a swallow and I'll pay you back some day 

The revenuers came for him a slippin' through the wood 

Dooley kept behind them all and never lost his good 

Dooley was a trader when into town he'd come 

Sugar by the bushel and molasses by the tons 

Dooley slippin' up the holler... 

I remember very well the day old Dooley died 

The woman folk felt sorry and 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 slippin' up the holler... 

Dooley slippin' up the holler...