THE NIGHT I STOLE OLD SAMMY MORGAN'S GIN
Words and music by Clarence E. (Hank) Snow

[D] Listen folks and I will [A7] tell a funny [D] story 
You may think it sad but [D7] I was in my [A7] glory 
'Twas a [D] cellar I crept [D7] in, cobwebs [G] brushing by my chin 
On the [D] night I stole old [A7] Sammy Morgan's [D] gin. 

As my hand fell on the jug I had to snicker 
But when I started for the door I went much quicker 
For just up above my head someone jumped right out of bed 
On the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin. 

As I left that cellar believe me, I was liftin' 
And the hops from one arm to the other shiftin' 
Then I stopped and hauled the plug, sat there till I drained the jug 
Had my mind all set, no spare drops I was missin'. 

Then on my feet I thought I was, but wasn't 
And for roads, I guess I saw about a dozen 
When I reached the old porch door I went smack-o on the floor 
On the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin. 

I just made one step and landed in the coal-box 
Then from off the mantle came a Big Ben 'larm clock 
But I finally got upstairs after passing seven bears 
'Twas the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin. 

By my bedroom door an owl stood taking tickets 
Then the monkey stood before me baking biscuits 
But the funniest sight of all was two roosters playing ball 
On the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin. 

I saw mice as big as horses washing dishes 
As an ape came in the door dressed up in britches 
Then the floor fell on my head as I tried to get in bed 
'Twas the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin. 

Well, I woke next morning guess 'twas closer ev'nin' 
And my room was certainly in an awful shape 
Someone else had took my head and left an elephant's there instead  
On the morning after drinking Sammy's gin.