Songwriter: Miller, Roger
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you wanna holler, "Hidey-ho"
Burns your tummy, but don't you know
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Grape wine in a mason jar
Home made and brought to school
By a friend of mine after class
Me and him and this other fool
Decided that we'll drink up what's left
Chug-a-lug, so we helped ourselves
First time for everything
Mmmm, my ears still ring
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you wanna holler, "Hidey-ho"
Burns your tummy, don't you know
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
4H and FFA
On a field trip to the farm
Me and friend sneaked out behind
This big ol' barn
Where we uncovered a covered up moonshine still
And thought we'd drink our fill
I swallowed it with a smile
Brrr, run ten mile
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you wanna holler, "Hidey-ho"
Burns your tummy, don't you know
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Jukebox and a sawdust floor
It's somethin' like I ain't never seen
Hell, I'm just goin' on fifteen
But with the help of my finaglin' uncle
I get snuck in
For my first taste of sin
Said, "Let me have a big ol' sip"
Brrr, went on a double-dog flip
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you wanna holler, "Hidey-ho"
Burns your tummy, don't you know
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
