THE JUG BUG C © John Vaughan &Vic Arnold 2015 v1 I toast to the last of a long line who filled their jugs with clear moonshine. Danced and laughed through winter's night. It's so sad now the town's run dry v2 Every weekend we'd gather in Neighbours, friends and mountain kin Guitars and fiddles were passed around, raised some cain 'fore the sun went down. chorus Chugalug, chugalug We all had the jug bug. Chugalug, and girls to hug. We all had the jug bug. v3 The revenue officers came along, found the stills and tore 'em down, now folks head for the city lights and it's all quiet on Saturday night v4 Now all I got is my fiddle and bow. Not a drop in the jug to show Just a few old folks sitting around. The jug bug's gone and left this town chorus instrumental. bridge Now we got to talking the other day, we could build us a barn outa bales of hay. Couldn't see what's going on inside with grandma's boiler and some copper line. chorus Repeat chorus
