Selling That Stuff 歌词
Selling That Stuff - McKinney's Cotton Pickers
Jane gave a dance
She had her a crowd
Sold more whiskey
Than the law allowed
Oh she's selling that stuff
Old Aunt Jane
She's selling that stuff
Just the same
She can break the record
When it come to selling that stuff
Papa went to jail with a heavy load
Gave him thirty days
On the county road
For buying that stuff
Yes I tolding you
Oh he was buying that stuff
Gold used to
He can break the record
When it comes to buying that stuff
Oh selling that stuff