Rum Runners

From Bimini to the

Jersey Shore they ran their sacred mission

To help the poor unfortunates, oppressed by the

Prohibition

When the Puritans in politics began to play their dirty tricks

And outlaw every thing that we enjoy

Rum boats ahoy

We’re gonna get ourselves a drop of the

Real McCoy

Chorus:Rum runner, rum runner

Run your rum right up the line

Rum runner, rum runner

Rum, whiskey, gin and rye

Run rum runners run

We’re running dry

We’re running dry

Three miles off the shoreline waits the infamous ‘

Rum Row’Well if it’s gambling, or girls, or drink you want just ask ‘

Havana Joe’

You won’t be taxed so never mind, and once you’ve left the law behind

You can have it all, whatever is your vice

Just name your price

It’s a free and easy floating paradise(Chorus)

Well the boats come up from

Charleston, and down from

Gloucester

BayThey’re giving out free samples boys, and the party’s underway

Somebody brought a

Calypso band, it’s loud enough to hear on land

And the hold is filled with barrels fit to burst

To quench our thirst

If the excise cutters don’t get to it first(Chorus)

The shore patrol is on the way, our machine gun's at the ready

God help us if we need it now, our hands are none too steady

Uncle Sam is closing in, to take our women, take our gin

You’ve bled us dry with all your revenues

What’s left to lose?

You can take our lives but you’ll never take our booze