Chug A Lug

Chug-A-Lug Rodger Miller GGrape wine in a Mason jar, home made and D7brought to school, By a friend of mine Gafter class, Me ?n him ?n Dother fool decide that we?ll drink Gup what?s left, Chug-a-lug so we D7helped ourselves, First time for Geverything, um my ears still ring, Chug-A-lug, chug-A-lug, make you want a holler D7hi-di-ho, Burns your tummy Gdon?t you know, D7Chug-A-lug, chug-A-Glug, H. and FFA on A field trip D7to the farm, me ?n a friend sneak Goff behind, This big Dold barn where we uncovered, a covered up Gmoonshine still, And we thought we?d D7drink our fill, I swallered it Gwith a smile, u-mm, I run ten miles, Repeat Chorus Juke box ?n sawdust floor, something like I ain?t D7never seen, And I?m just going Gon fifteen, But with the Dhelp of my fanegling uncle, I Gget snuck in, for my first D7taste of sin, I said I never had a Gbig ol? sip, I done a double back flip, Repeat Chorus