where'd you get the liquor?

old man peter was a mighty man

combed his hair with a frying pan

washed his head in a wagon wheel

died with a toothache in his heel

sally

you just ain't no dog gone good

but i wouldn't get rid of you

sally

if i could

don't you send me no foul prayers

we'll play in a band while your little feet dance

i come home 'round a quarter to four

saw you threw my food all over the floor

i see you walking down the street with a bottle in your hand

looking for another drunkard to raise some sand