I KNOW WHO THREW THE WHISKEY (IN THE WELL)
(Jackson)

Bull Moose Jackson - 1946
The Four Bluejackets - 1946



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
Every time you heard him yell

I found out who threw the whiskey in the well (In the well)
Yes, I know who threw the whiskey in the well (In the well)
Yes, I'm squealin' on my friend
'Cause he went south with my en (sic)
Yes, I know who threw the whiskey in the well

(Deacon Jones, who threw the Whiskey in the well?)
Just wait and see
(Deacon Jones, who threw the Whiskey in the well?)
It wasn't me
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

(Instrumental Break)

I'm gonna tell who threw the whiskey in the well (In the well)
I'm gonna tell who threw the whiskey in the well (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

Through the window came a Bible
And it landed on my head
The folks knelt down to pray
They thought Deacon Jones was dead

Elder Brown went way down
Then he raised the Deacon's head
The Deacon's eyes flew open
And this is what he said

It wasn't Sister Ash (No!), it wasn't Elder Brown (No!)
It wasn't Sister Kitty, 'cause that gal was in the city
It wasn't Brother Smith (No!), it wasn't cousin Sammy
(Who was it, Deacon Jones?) It was Caldonia's Mammy
(It was Caldonia's Mammy, it was Caldonia's Mammy)
She threw the whiskey in the well!


(Contributed by =Ae= - August 2009)
(Updated by Mel Priddle - December  2015)