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VP_017282 Verse 1Mister Prohibition says John Barley corn must go, He must fly off with Old Crow and the other brands we know; Old John has been champion for years beyond a doubt, But now it looks as if they'll count him out, Soon cloves and Sen Sen will be out of date, When prohibition comes they'll get the gate. Chorus 1Goodbye, Hunter; So long, Scotch; Farewell Haig and Haig; Oh my darling old frappe, they will soon take you away, At the table d'hote with Lola they will serve us Coco Cola; No more saying: "Let me buy," No more coming thru the Rye; Old Man hattan and Martini have received the big subpoena, Ev'ry day'll be Sunday when the town goes dry. Verse 2When the town goes dry a woman can't drive you to drink, If she does just stop and think, she will drive you to the sink; Rich old men and women who have champagne on the brain, Will have it with the accent on the pain. When prohibition knocks upon our door, Old Mister Bromo Seltzer will be sore. Chorus 2Goodbye, Hunter; So long, Scotch; Farewell Haig and Haig; Oh my little glass of brew, they are handing it to you, No more will you see those slackers flirting with the cheese and crackers; No more saying: "Just one more," No more night cap, no side door; Then the hat you wear on Sunday, won't be too small for you Monday, Ev'ry day'll be Sunday when the town goes dry. Verse 3Can you picture some big husky with a pick and spade, When it's ninety in the shade, drinking warm, red lemonade? Many Bourbon tossers will en list and join the ranks, Then ev'ry army will be full of tanks. Then rubbers and umbrellas won't be high, They won't be needed when the town is dry. Chorus 3Goodbye, Hunter; So long, Scotch; Farewell Haig and Haig; Oh my little Sloe Gin Fizz, you are going out of biz., Ev'ry little Broadway daughter will be sipping Clysmic water; No more saying: "Fill the pail," No more feet upon the rail; You can bet that we will grieve, oh, when we have to gargle Bevo, Ev'ry day'll be Sunday when the town goes dry.

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1 score (4 p.) : ill. ; 31 cm.

Publication Date

1918

Publisher

Leo. Feist, Inc

Publication Place

New York

Ev'ry Day'll Be Sunday When The Town Goes Dry

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