Shake dem bones acrosst da table,
mix 'em up real good.
Keep your wandering eye from knowin'
where "thousand-legs" is hid.
Old men whoop it up all night
with whiskey from a jar.
Playin' games and bummin' Luckys,
jus' like friends will do.
The liquor's strong,
the dogs are howlin'-
time for Shoot the Moon.
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