Three Little Swigs from a Bottle of Gin
Three little swigs from a bottle of gin
A big, bad heartache can't get in
I lift it up to my chinny, chin, chin
Three little swigs from a bottle of gin
The next time I found me a
girl that was good
And built me a house out of
sticks and wood
But a big, bad wolf stuck a
match to the heap
And there went another gal
I just couldn't keep
Three little swigs from a bottle of gin
A big, bad heartache can't get in
I lifted up to my chinny -chin -chin
Three little swigs from a bottle of gin
So I finally built me a house out of stone
And got another woman I could call my own
But a big, bad whoop in the
sheepskin clothes
Stole my baby off from under my nose
Three little swigs from a bottle of gin
A big, bad heartache can't get in
I lift it up to my chinny -chin -chin
Three little swigs from a bottle of gin
The moral to the story is you can see
From what these women
have done to me
Build your heart out of ice cold stone
And leave those three little swigs alone
Three little swigs from a bottle of gin
A big, bad heartache can't get in
I lift it up to my chinny -chin -chin
Three little swigs from a bottle of gin