Little Brown Jug
Tommy Dorsey Lyrics


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Me and my wife live all alone
In a little log hut we're all our own
She loves gin and I love rum
And don't we have a lot of fun

Ha, ha, ha, you and me
Little brown jug, don't I love thee
Ha, ha, ha, you and me
Little brown jug, don't I love thee
When I go toiling on the farm
I take the little jug under my arm

Place it under a shady tree
Little brown jug, 'tis you and me
'Tis you that makes me friends and foes
'Tis you that makes me wear old clothes
But, seeing you're so near my nose
Tip her up and down she goes

If all the folks in Adam's race
Were gathered together in one place
Then I'd prepare to shed a tear
(I'd let them go without a tear)
Before I'd part from you, my dear

If I'd a cow that gave such milk
I'd dress her in the finest silk
Feed her up on oats and hay
And milk her twenty times a day

I bought a cow from Farmer Jones
And she was nothing but skin and bones
I fed her up as fine as silk
She jumped the fence and strained her milk

And when I die don't bury me at all
Just pickle my bones in alcohol
I'ut a bottle o' booze at my head and feet
And then I know that I will keep

The rose is red, my nose is too
The violet's blue and so are you




And yet, I guess, before I stop
We'd better take another drop

Overall Meaning

The song "Little Brown Jug" by Tommy Dorsey is about a couple who lives alone in a log hut and enjoys drinking gin and rum. They find great pleasure in drinking and spending time together. The song speaks to the enjoyment of life's simple pleasures, and the camaraderie that drinking can bring. The singer describes taking the little brown jug with him when he goes to work on the farm, and how it serves as a comfort and companion. The jug is central to his life, and he values it more than anything else.


Line by Line Meaning

Me and my wife live all alone
Only my wife and I live together in our small dwelling


In a little log hut we're all our own
Our little cabin provides us with everything we need


She loves gin and I love rum
My wife and I enjoy different types of alcohol


And don't we have a lot of fun
We have a great time together


Ha, ha, ha, you and me
We are both having a good time together


Little brown jug, don't I love thee
I have a strong affection for my little brown jug


When I go toiling on the farm
When I work hard on the farm


I take the little jug under my arm
I carry my jug with me


Place it under a shady tree
I place it in a cool, shaded spot


Little brown jug, 'tis you and me
The little brown jug is my constant companion


'Tis you that makes me friends and foes
People either like or dislike me because of my jug


'Tis you that makes me wear old clothes
I am poor because of my love for my jug


But, seeing you're so near my nose
Because I am always near my jug


Tip her up and down she goes
I lift the jug up and down to drink from it


If all the folks in Adam's race
If everyone in the world


Were gathered together in one place
Were brought to a single location


Then I'd prepare to shed a tear
I'd be sad


(I'd let them go without a tear)
Except for my jug


Before I'd part from you, my dear
I would never give up my jug


If I'd a cow that gave such milk
If I had a cow that produced such good milk


I'd dress her in the finest silk
I'd treat her like a queen


Feed her up on oats and hay
I'd provide her with the best food


And milk her twenty times a day
I'd milk her constantly to get the most milk


I bought a cow from Farmer Jones
I purchased a cow


And she was nothing but skin and bones
She was in terrible condition when I got her


I fed her up as fine as silk
I took great care of her


She jumped the fence and strained her milk
She tried to escape and injured herself


And when I die don't bury me at all
When I die, don't bother with a traditional burial


Just pickle my bones in alcohol
Preserve my bones in alcohol


Put a bottle o' booze at my head and feet
Place a bottle of alcohol near my remains


And then I know that I will keep
And I will remain preserved


The rose is red, my nose is too
My nose is red like a rose


The violet's blue and so are you
And you are also blue


And yet, I guess, before I stop
But before I finish


We'd better take another drop
Let's drink some more from my jug




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Written by: William Finegan, Glen Miller

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Necromonger27


on A HIGH HAT, A PICOLO AND A CANE

Who stole my gal away with a minor stay?

A high hat, a piccolo, and a cane!

Who made my honey say my love gave her a pain?

A high hat, a piccolo, and a cane!

A high salutin', crap shootin', piccolo tootin' high brow! (x2)

He played a little bell and raised a literal hell, then her head went 'round and 'round.

Whoah!

She thought I was okay, at least that thought betrayed.

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