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When the clouds they rain down on your parade,
And wash your float out to the sea,
You’ve reached your bitter end, but brother you’ve got friends,
At the drunkard’s damnation jamboree.

You can find us there drinking the dog’s hair,
Hair of that hound that bit you and me,
Rope and tyin’ em on them doggies gettin’ gone,
At the drunkard’s damnation jamboree.

We’re getting high, high, high, high,
Pickin’, drinkin’ and singin’ songs,
We’re getting bombed, bombed, bombed bombed,
Glad you joined us, the night is long.

Let’s have another round and spread that joyful sound,
We may be dead but you must agree,
Heaven’s not for us, we’re too boisterous,
At the drunkard’s damnation jamboree.

So don’t shed a tear ’cause I wound up here,
Hell ain’t all it’s cracked up to be,
In fact it’s so much more, they got a music store,
At the drunkard’s damnation jamboree.

We’re getting smashed, smashed, smashed, smashed,
Cigars and fruit jars of sour mash,
We’re singin’ songs, songs, songs, songs,
Pour a whisky and sing along.

We’re getting high, high, high, high,
Pickin’, drinkin’ and singin’ songs,
We’re getting bombed, bombed, bombed bombed,
Glad you joined us, the night is long.

So when the clouds they rain down on your parade,
And wash your float out to the sea,
You’ve reached your bitter end, but brother you’ve got friends,
At the drunkard’s damnation jamboree…
At the drunkard’s damnation jamboree…
At the drunkard’s damnation jamboree…

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