Who Threw The Whiskey In The Well

It was an early Sunday morning and the church was crowded full
Old Elder Brown was ravin', he was angry as a bull
The congregation sensed it and they knew just what he 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 feelin' mighty fine
I'm high as a Georgia pine
So who threw the whiskey in the well? (In the well)

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 all wind up in (Hell)
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 tryin' to show you the light
And you all have out-jived me
Since Brother Jones brought his bones
Sister Ash has all the cash
Let's get together, drink water, get tall
Come on, children, let's have a ball