Roger Miller Chug a Lug lyrics

Chug a lug, chug a lug, make you want to holler, hi-de-ho
Burns your tummy, don'tcha 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, mm, my ears still ring

Chug a lug, chug a lug, make you want to holler, hi-de-ho
Burns your tummy, don'tcha know, chug a lug, chug a lug

4-H and 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
[Unverified], I run ten mile


Chug a lug, chug a lug, make you want to holler, hi-de-ho
Burns your tummy, don'tcha know, chug a lug, chug a lug

Jukebox 'n sawdust floor sumpin' like I ain't never seen
And I'm just going on fifteen 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"
[Unverified], I done a double back flip

Chug a lug, chug a lug, make you want to holler, hi-de-ho
Burns your tummy, don'tcha know, chug a lug, chug a lug