THE NIGHT I STOLE OLD SAMMY MORGAN'S GIN 
Words and music by Clarence E. (Hank) Snow 
 
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 Listen folks and I will tell a funny story  
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You may think it sad but I was in my glory  
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'Twas a cellar I crept in, cobwebs brushing by my chin  
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On the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin.  
 
As my hand fell on the jug I had to snicker  
But when I started for the door I went much quicker  
For just up above my head someone jumped right out of bed  
On the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin.  
 
As I left that cellar believe me, I was liftin'  
And the hops from one arm to the other shiftin'  
Then I stopped and hauled the plug, sat there till I drained the jug  
Had my mind all set, no spare drops I was missin'.  
 
Then on my feet I thought I was, but wasn't  
And for roads, I guess I saw about a dozen  
When I reached the old porch door I went smack-o on the floor  
On the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin.  
 
I just made one step and landed in the coal-box  
Then from off the mantle came a Big Ben 'larm clock  
But I finally got upstairs after passing seven bears  
'Twas the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin.  
 
By my bedroom door an owl stood taking tickets  
Then the monkey stood before me baking biscuits  
But the funniest sight of all was two roosters playing ball  
On the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin.  
 
I saw mice as big as horses washing dishes  
As an ape came in the door dressed up in britches  
Then the floor fell on my head as I tried to get in bed  
'Twas the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin.  
 
Well, I woke next morning guess 'twas closer ev'nin'  
And my room was certainly in an awful shape  
Someone else had took my head and left an elephant's there instead   
On the morning after drinking Sammy's gin.