I'm going back to Southland to the Hockanoo East
Where there used to be whiskey galore
I'm gonna ride up there in the mountains
To find out if they're making any more
I've got to find out if the stools are working
If they are, I'll try to bring some whiskey back
That's if I can stay sober
As I'm riding out along the track
Out behind the old Manderpoole Township
Used to be the old Hockanooey Trail
Well, you couldn't buy your whiskey in a bottle
It had to be a barrel or a pail
Then through some great old misfortune
A horse led some lowman back
To every stool on the mountain
To find out if they're making any more
Along the Hockanooey Track
Yes, along the Hockanooey Track
Well, it just ain't fair what they're doing this year
They can't have a pig cause they're far too dear
My stomach aches, my throat's cut
Oh, what a way to be
That's what these bluff oysters are doing to me
For most of my life I've liked oysters the best
Indeed, they're my favorite food
I eat them raw, fried, or stewed
Just any way will do
In fact, I even eat them in my soup
Well, it just ain't fair what they're doing this year
A man can't have a pig cause they're far too dear
My stomach aches, my throat's cut
Oh, what a way to be
That's what these bluff oysters are doing to me
My wages are low and the oyster price is high
Up the sump shore they can't feed me
Any doubt
If I buy a dozen oysters
Well, what good would they be
If I can't afford to buy a glass of stout
And it just ain't fair what they're doing this year
A man can't have a pig cause they're far too dear
My stomach aches, my throat's cut
Oh, what a way to be
That's what these bluff oysters are doing to me
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