Rum Runners

From Bimini to the Jersey Shore
They ran their sacred mission
To help the poor unfortunates
Oppressed by the Prohibition
When the Puritans in politics
Began to play their dirty tricks
And outlaw every thing that we enjoy
Rum boats, ahoy
We’re gonna get ourselves a drop of the Real McCoy
Rum runner, rum runner
Run your rum right up the line
Rum runner, rum runner
Rum, whiskey, gin and rye
Run rum runners run, we’re running dry
We're running dry
Three miles off the shoreline
Waits the infamous Rum Row
Well, if it’s gambling or girls
Or drink you want just ask Havana Joe
You won’t be taxed so nevermind
And once you’ve left the law behind
You can have it all, whatever is your vice
Just name your price!
It’s a free and easy floating paradise
Rum runner, rum runner
Run your rum right up the line
Rum runner, rum runner
Rum, whiskey, gin and rye
Run rum runners run, we’re running dry
We're running dry
Well, the boats come up from Charleston town
And down from Gloucester Bay
They’re giving out free samples, boys
And the party’s underway
Somebody brought a Calypso band
It’s loud enough to hear on land
And the hold is filled with barrels fit to burst
To quench our thirst
If the excise cutters don’t get to it first
Rum runner, rum runner
Run your rum right up the line
Rum runner, rum runner
Rum, whiskey, gin and rye
Run rum runners run, we’re running dry
We're running dry
Well, the shore patrol is on the way
Our machinegun's at the ready
God help us if we need it now
Our hands are none too steady
Uncle Sam is closing in
To take our women, take our gin
You’ve bled us dry with all your revenues
What’s left to lose?
You can take our lives, you’ll never take our booze
Rum runner, rum runner
Run your rum right up the line
Rum runner, rum runner
Rum, whiskey, gin and rye
Run rum runners run, we’re running dry
We're running dry