Make our way to Atlantic City to make a good bargain With Nucky Johnson in prohibition With hundred barrels of whiskey on the board we sail away As bootlegging our liqid gold for god we pray
Away, away We sail far away We're drinking all the fucking way and sail far away
Sailed seven hellish months by sea and as we called at a port Poor Mickey Mcgee has kicked the bucket For Cactus Wine, sweet Mule Skinner and chewing tobacco We've trated our booze with a barbed cowboy
Away, away We sail far away We're drinking all the fucking way and sail far away
After one year Jimmy became an obsessive And Sally was locked up for prostitution The whole smuggler gang has buried six feet under And I drank our cheep booze with the bartender