Cockadoodledoo

Cockadoodledoo

One cold winter’s morning, seventeen-ninety-one.
HEAR THE ROOSTER CROW!
The right to produce Whisky, was settled by the gun.
LETTHE WHISKEY FLOW!
WHILE THE BARRELS BLOW!

I tell ya, no distilled spirits should pay the force of law.
BOYS UNITE, SAY NO!
That greedy bastard Hamilton wants more and more and more.
TAKE YOUR ARMS, LET’S GO!
WHEN THE ROOSTER CROWS!

The right for whisky, is ours to claim.
Unite all farmers of Keystone State.
Thumbs on hammer, pull, for whisky revenue.
COCKADOODLEDOO.

They went for Johnny Neville, but then encountered George.
HEAR THE ROOSTER CROW.
He sent twelvehundred fifty, a brutal act of force.
NO MORE WHISKEY FLOWS!
WHEN THE BARRELS BLOW!

I tell ya, this thing got nasty, they said their prayers and ran.
BOYS UNITE, DON’T GO!
Those farmers became chickens, and thirsty fellowmen.
TAKE YOUR ARMS, DON’T GO!
NO MORE WHISKEY FLOWS!

The right for whisky, Was theirs to claim.
Those chicken farmers, of Keystone State.
Thumbs on hammer, pull, for whisky revenue.
COCKADOODLEDOO!

Can you hear…. Can you hear…. Can you hear the rooster crow!?
Can you hear….Can you hear…. Can you hear that barrel’s blow!?

thumbs on hammer, pull, for whisky revenue.
COCKADOODLEDOO!