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Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you want to holler, "Hi-de-ho!"
Burns your tummy, don't ya know?
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug

Grape wine in a Mason jar
Homemade and brought to school
By a friend of mine 'n' after class
Me and him and this other fool decide

That we'll drink up what's left
Chug-a-lug, so we helped ourself
First time for everything
Hmm, my ears still ring

Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you want to holler, "Hi-de-ho!"
Burns your tummy, don't ya know?
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug

4-H and a FFA
On a field trip to the farm
Me 'n' a friend sneak off behind
This big old barn where we uncovered

A covered-up moonshine still
And we thought we'd drink our fill
And I swallered it with a smile
I run ten mile

Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you want to holler, "Hi-de-ho!"
Burns your tummy, don't ya know?
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug

Jukebox 'n' sawdust floor
Somethin' like I ain't never seen
And I'm just goin' on 15
But with the help of my finaglin'

Uncle I get snuck in
For my first taste of sin
I said, "Lemme have a big old sip"
I done a double back flip

Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you want to holler, "Hi-de-ho!"
Burns your tummy, don't ya know?
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug

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Source: Musixmatch
Songwriter: Roger Miller
Chug-A-Lug lyrics © Sony/atv Tree Publishing, Tree International