Last Speakeasy Days

Gone the swinging doors, and the old spittoons
Gone the red, dim rooms of MacCready’s Saloon
Where the Devil dealt cards to Fate and Chance
And the bird bones rattled in an ancient dance

Gone the dance hall girls, the pine boardwalk
Gone the player piano, the Firewater shots
In come the bootleggers with their Tanglefoot romance
And the bird bones rattle in an ancient dance

Old Hoagy Carmichael, said times were but the dregs
That old ‘bang of bad booze, flappers with bare legs
Jingle jangle morals and them wild weekends’
And still the bird bones rattled in an ancient dance

In come devil’s candy, bathtub gin and hooch
In come Bozeman Betty – a nickel for a smooch –
In come the Devil with a password and a prance
And the bird bones rattled in an ancient dance

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