[Verse 1]
Well, ol' Rooster Jones got a junkyard
Just outside of town
We buy and we sell says the sign out front
By the piece or by the pound
Big scrap iron piles and tore up cars
In the front yard by the store
But the way ol' Rooster really makes his money
Is right out his back door

[Chorus]
Well, Rooster Jones makes whiskey
It's always in demand
The Tallahatchie County dry law's
Making Rooster a wealthy man

[Post-Chorus]
(Rooster Jones)

[Verse 2]
Well, way out back in a clump of trees
There's a run down, rickety shack
With a path runnin' to it where the grass won't grow
'Cause pеople keep walkin' on back
'Cause that's wherе he keeps his merchandise
Just pour it up ready to go
Sometimes folks have to wait in line
Just to get in ol' Rooster's store
[Chorus]
Now Rooster Jones sells whiskey
It's always in demand
The Tallahatchie County dry law's
Making Rooster a wealthy man

[Post-Chorus]
(Big Rooster, son)

[Verse 3]
Well, now he don't sell to the rich folks
'Cause they don't drink his brand
But the poor folks love ol' Rooster Jones
He's everybody's man
The sheriff he is a righteous fella
Ain't no better anywhere
But at the first of the month he tools on by
Just to pick up the county's share

[Chorus]
Well, Rooster Jones makes whiskey
It's always in demand
The Tallahatchie County dry law's
Making Rooster a wealthy man

[Outro]
(Awful son)
(Yeah, gettin' rich, makin' that tax free liquor)
(Making everybody happy)