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I was a bootlegger prohibition never slowed me down the secret knock on my back door would get you into my side of town the pretty women...the handsome men the boys straight out of the holding pen I was a bootlegger oh...for those desperate days again The same railroad tracks that cut the town in two they took all I had when they took you but that Uncle Sam he made me who I am I was a bootlegger for your rules I could give a damn first in war first in peace last in the American league you didn't need a gun in Washington you'd just tell me what you need you'd just tell me what you need SongtexteI was a bootlegger a free market devotee no selling apples on the street no...none of that shit for me I fought the great war well I never knew what for I was a bootlegger trapped in a tug-of-war a year in a trench will make you dry can't remember where you've been you came home to find they moved the bottom line making that same old mistake again making that same old mistake again I was a bootlegger prohibition never slowed me down the secret knock on my back door would get you into my side of town the pretty women...the handsome men the boys straight out of the holding pen I was a bootlegger oh...for those desperate days again oh...for those desperate days again oh...for those desperate days again Aus Songtexte Mania