Well, old Rooster Jones
Got a junkyard
Just outside a town
"We buy and we sell"
Says the sign out front
"By the piece or by the pound"
Big scrap iron piles and tore up cars
In the front yard by the store
But the way old Rooster really makes his money
Is right out his back door
Well, Rooster Jones makes whiskey
It's always in demand
The Talahatchie County dry law's
Making Rooster a wealthy man
Rooster Jones
Well, a way out back in a clump of trees
There's a run down rickety shack
With a path running to it
Where the grass won't grow
Cause people keep walking on back
Cause that's where he keeps his merchandise
Just pour it up ready to go
Sometimes folks have to wait in line
Just to get in old Rooster's store
Now Rooster Jones sells whiskey
It's always in demand
The Talahatchie County dry law's
Making Rooster a wealthy man
Big Rooster, son
Well, now he don't sell to the rich folks
Cause they don't drink his brand
But the poor folks love old Rooster Jones
He's everybody's man
The sheriff he is a righteous fellow
Ain't no better anywhere
But at the first of the month
He tools on by
Just to pick up the county's share
Well, Rooster Jones makes whiskey
It's always in demand
Talahatchie County dry law's
Making Rooster a wealthy man
Awful, son
Yeah
Getting rich
Making that tax free liquor
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Making everybody happy