Testo Whisky Selling Woman

I feel superstitions, somethin's goin' on wrong I feel superstitions, somethin's goin' on wrong I've got my house full of beer, and my backyard full of corn1 I've got four cases, tomorrow at that county jail I've got four cases, tomorrow at that county jail And two is for my whisky, and two is for my forfeit bail The judge he said, put a padlock on my door The judge he said, put a padlock on my door And I can't sell whisky, and I can't give parties no more I will sell my whisky, to the chief of police in town I will sell my whisky, to the chief of police in town And if he don't like my whisky, he's welcome to ride me down If I had a thousand dollars, judge I'd take my way If I had a thousand dollars, judge I'd take my way, hey hey And I would make this whole town, sloppy drunk one day I would build me a still2, on every street in this town I would build me a still, on every street in this town And I wouldn't allow police, eighteen miles around