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It was an early Sunday mornin'
And the church was crowded full
Old Elder Brown was ravin'
He was angry as a bull
The congregation sensed it
And they knew just what he meant
When he said, "My text today
Is you sinners must repent"
Who threw the whiskey in the well? (In the well)
Who threw the whiskey in the well? (In the well)
'Cause Deacon Jones knelt down to pray
All he said was "Hey, hey"
So, who threw the whiskey in the well? (In the well)
Now, who threw the whiskey in the well? (In the well)
Who threw the whiskey in the well? (In the well)
I'm feelin' mighty fine
I'm high as a Georgia pine
So, who threw the whiskey in the well? (In the well)
Who threw the whiskey in the well? (In the well)
Who threw the whiskey in the well? (In the well)
Keep your dippers out of that well
'Fore we all wind up in hell
Who threw the whiskey in the well?
That's what I'd like to know
Well, sisters and brothers
I'm takin' my leave of thee
Here I've been tryin' to show you the light
And you all about jive me
Since Brother Jones brought his bones
Sister Ashe has all the cash
Let's get together
Drink water, get tall
Come on, children, let's have a ball
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