John Makes Good Liquor - Part 3

One night as I lay lonely

A-dreaming an awful dream

I dreamt I was on yon mountain-

And on some still-house stream

A-making blockade whiskey-

And selling at retail

A-waking up I found myself-

In Fulton County Jail

The first come a-round was a jailer-

Both hands was filled with keys-

Singing, "Cheer you up, you blockade stiller

And selling at retail

Your sentence shall be ninety days-

In Fulton County Jail."