Bootleg John Lyrics - Singles - The Stanley Brothers

In the land of Breathed County was raised a crooked man 

Made the county dry and the prices high 

For the bootleg whiskey man 

His age was barely twenty-one, his family was ashamed 

They had a son who left his home 

For a bootleg whiskey game 

Bootleg John won't you come on home 

Your family's all alone 

You're runnin' wild and your baby child 

Wants his daddy home 

His wife she loved hime dearly tho' he seldom came around 

She'd always cry when he said goodbye 

But she never could hold him down 

Twelve pistols in his pocket his shotgun on the floor 

He made his run to Lexington 

To the bootleg whiskey store 

His car was full of whiskey, his hand was on his gun 

He was set to go but he didn't know 

He was makin' his last run 

The sheriff pulled him over and he shot the lawman down 

They locked him well in the county jail 

And the jailer slapped him down