Who Threw the Whiskey in the Well? by Wynonie Harris, Lucky Millinder Lyrics

It was an early Sunday morning
And the church was crowded full
Old Elder Brown was raving
He was angry as a bull
The congregation sensed it
And they knew just what he'd meant
When he said, 'my text today is
You sinners must repent!'

Who threw the whiskey in the well?
(In the well)
Who threw the whiskey in the well?
(In the well)
'Cause Deacon Jones knelt down to pray
All he said was, 'Hey, hey,'
So, who threw the whiskey in the well?
(In the well)

(Now, who threw the whiskey in the well?)
In the well
(Who threw the whiskey in the well?)
In the well
I'm feeling mighty fine
I'm high as a Georgia pine
(So, who threw the whiskey in the well?)
In the well
[Instrumental]

Who threw the whiskey in the well?
(In the well)
Who threw the whiskey in the well?
(In the well)
Keep your dippers out of that well
Or we'll all wind up in-
(Well!)
(Who threw the whiskey in the well?)
That's what I'd like to know

Well, sisters and brothers
I'm taking my leave of thee
Here, I've been trying to show you the light
And you all live outside of me
Since Brother Jones brought his bones
And Sister Ash has all the cash
Let's get together
Drink water, get tall
Come on, children
Let's have a ball