Make our way to Atlantic City
to make a good bargain
With Nucky Johnson in prohibition
With hundred barrels of whiskey
on the board we sail away
As bootlegging our liqid gold
for god we pray
Away, away
We sail far away
We're drinking all the fucking way
and sail far away
Sailed seven hellish months by sea
and as we called at a port
Poor Mickey Mcgee has kicked the bucket
For Cactus Wine, sweet Mule Skinner
and chewing tobacco
We've trated our booze
with a barbed cowboy
Away, away
We sail far away
We're drinking all the fucking way
and sail far away
After one year Jimmy
became an obsessive
And Sally was locked up for prostitution
The whole smuggler gang
has buried six feet under
And I drank our cheep booze
with the bartender