Well, old Rooster Jones
got a junkyard just outside of town
We buy and we sell,
says the sign out front
bout a piece about a pound
Big scrap iron piles
and tore up cars
in the front yard by the score
But the way old Rooster
really makes his money
is right out his back door
Well, Rooster Jones makes Westcat,
it's always in demand
The Tallahatchie County Dry Laws
make Rooster a wealthy
man
Rooster Jones
Well, I went out back in a
clump of trees
There's a rundown rickety shack
With a path runnin' to it
where the grass won't grow
Cause people keep walkin' on back
Cause that's where he
keeps his merchandise
Just pull it up and ready to go
Sometimes folks have to wait in line
Just to get an old rooster sold
Now Rooster Jones sells whiskey
It's always in demand
The Tallahatchie County dry laws
Make a rooster a wealthy
man
Well now he don't sell to the rich folks,
cause they don't drink his brand
But the poor folks love ol'
Brewster Jones,
he's everybody's man
The chef, is a righteous fella,
ain't no better anywhere
But at the first of the month,
he too's on by
just to pick up the cow to shag
Well, Rooster Jones makes whiskey,
it's always in demand
The Tallahatchie County dry laws
make a rooster a wealthy man
Oh, yeah
Gettin' rich
Makin' that tax -free liquor
Ha -ha -ha -ha
Makin' everybody happy
Woo!