It was a lovely Sunday mornin'
And everyone was gay.
Everyone but Deacon Jones
Who did not feel that way.
He was loaded down with pills; He was plastered to the gills.
You could tell it; You could smell it
Everytime you heard him yell:
I found out who threw the whiskey in the well.
Yes I know who threw the whiskey in the well.
Yes, I'm squealin' on my friend
'Cause he went south with my end.
Yes, I know who threw the whiskey in the well.
Deacon Jones,
Who threw the Whiskey in the well?
Deacon Jones,
Who threw the Whiskey in the well?
I will tell you in a minute
Soon as I find out what's in it.
Yes, I know who threw the whiskey in the well.
I'm gonna tell
Who threw the whiskey in the well.
I'm gonna tell
Who threw the whiskey in the well.
When you kneel down on your knees
I will set your mind at ease
'Cause I know who threw the whiskey in the well.
Louis Prima - Who Threw the Whiskey in the Well Lyrics
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It was a lovely Sunday mornin'
And everyone was gay.
Everyone but Deacon Jones
Who did not feel that way.
He was loaded down with pills; He was plastered to the gills.
You could tell it; You could smell it
Everytime you heard him yell:
I found out who threw the whiskey in the well.
Yes I know who threw the whiskey in the well.
Yes, I'm squealin' on my friend
'Cause he went south with my end.
Yes, I know who threw the whiskey in the well.
Deacon Jones,
Who threw the Whiskey in the well?
Deacon Jones,
Who threw the Whiskey in the well?
I will tell you in a minute
Soon as I find out what's in it.
Yes, I know who threw the whiskey in the well.
I'm gonna tell
Who threw the whiskey in the well.
I'm gonna tell
Who threw the whiskey in the well.
When you kneel down on your knees
I will set your mind at ease
'Cause I know who threw the whiskey in the well.
And everyone was gay.
Everyone but Deacon Jones
Who did not feel that way.
He was loaded down with pills; He was plastered to the gills.
You could tell it; You could smell it
Everytime you heard him yell:
I found out who threw the whiskey in the well.
Yes I know who threw the whiskey in the well.
Yes, I'm squealin' on my friend
'Cause he went south with my end.
Yes, I know who threw the whiskey in the well.
Deacon Jones,
Who threw the Whiskey in the well?
Deacon Jones,
Who threw the Whiskey in the well?
I will tell you in a minute
Soon as I find out what's in it.
Yes, I know who threw the whiskey in the well.
I'm gonna tell
Who threw the whiskey in the well.
I'm gonna tell
Who threw the whiskey in the well.
When you kneel down on your knees
I will set your mind at ease
'Cause I know who threw the whiskey in the well.
Writer: JOHN BENSON BROOKS, EDDIE DELANGE, LUCKY MILLINDER
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, Kanjian Music, BMG Rights Management, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, Kanjian Music, BMG Rights Management, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: Louis Prima
Length: 3:01
Written by: JOHN BENSON BROOKS, EDDIE DELANGE, LUCKY MILLINDER