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Little Brown Jug
Tony Evans And His Orchestra Lyrics
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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,
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 violets blue and so are you
And yet, I guess, before I stop,
We'd better take another drop.
The lyrics of "Little Brown Jug" by Tony Evans and His Orchestra speaks about the joys of a simple life with one's spouse. The song describes the pleasures of living in a crowded yet intimate space and having a common love for liquor. The couple lives in a log hut, and the singer reminisces on how his wife loves gin while he loves rum. Despite their different tastes in alcohol, they enjoy each other's company and have a lot of fun together. The little brown jug represents their relationship and companionship, which brings them joy and laughter.
The singer in this song also romanticizes the little brown jug as his trusted companion while he works on his farm. He carries the little brown jug under his arm while he toils, and it provides him comfort and solace. The jug is his friend and confidant, and they share the same view under the shady tree. The song mentions how the little brown jug causes both good and bad things in his life, including his friends and foes, old clothes, and even his drinking problem. However, he still loves the little brown jug and drinks from it with abandon.
Line by Line Meaning
Me and my wife live all alone
My wife and I live secluded from others
In a little log hut we're all our own
We live in a small cabin that’s entirely ours
She loves gin and I love rum,
My wife enjoys gin while I prefer rum
And don't we have a lot of fun!
We have great joy and amusement
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
We laugh and cherish one another
Little brown jug, don't I love thee!
This brown jug is highly prized by me
When I go toiling on the farm
While I'm working hard on the farm
I take the little jug under my arm
I carry the small jug with me
Place it under a shady tree,
I set it beneath a shady tree
Little brown jug, 'tis you and me.
This brown jug is a companion to me
'Tis you that makes me friends and foes,
You are the cause of my friendships and enmities
'Tis you that makes me wear old clothes
You are responsible for my tattered clothes
But, seeing you're so near my nose,
Since you're always close to my nose
Tip her up and down she goes.
I tip the jug to drink from it
If all the folks in Adam's race
If all people in the world
Were gathered together in one place,
Were assembled in one location
Then I'd prepare to shed a tear
I would be ready to cry
(I'd let them go without a tear)
(I wouldn't cry if they left)
Before I'd part from you, my dear.
Before I'd be separated from you, my cherished jug
If I'd a cow that gave such milk,
If I owned a cow that provided such milk
I'd dress her in the finest silk;
I'd adorn her with the best silk clothes
Feed her up on oats and hay,
I'd supply her with nourishing hay and oats
And milk her twenty times a day.
I'd milk her twenty times daily
I bought a cow from Farmer Jones,
I purchased a cow from Farmer Jones
And she was nothing but skin and bones
However, she was extremely skinny and gaunt
I fed her up as fine as silk,
I fed her well, and she became healthy
She jumped the fence and strained her milk.
She wanted to escape and hurt herself while doing it
And when I die don't bury me at all,
When I pass away, don't bury me
Just pickle my bones in alcohol
Instead, preserve my bones with alcohol
I'ut a bottle o' booze at my head and feet
Place a bottle of liquor by my head and toes
And then I know that I will keep.
Doing so will ensure that I’ll be preserved
The rose is red, my nose is too,
The rose is red, and so is your nose
The violets blue and so are you
The violets are blue just like you
And yet, I guess, before I stop,
But, before I finish
We'd better take another drop.
We should drink another sip
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: BILLY FINEGAN
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