Pinwheel of Death

Bull Moose Jackson


SONGS

Writers Bull Moose Jackson

Genres Rhythm & Blues, Soul

Recorded 1946

Lyrics IT WAS A LOVELY
SUNDAY MORNIN'
AND EV'RYONE WAS GAY.
EV'RYONE 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
EV'RY TIME
YOU HEARD HIM YELL:

I FOUND OUT
WHO THREW THE WHISKEY
IN THE WELL.
YES, I KNOW
WHO THREW THE WHISKEY IN THE WELL.
YES, I'M SQUEALIN' ON MY FRIEND
'CAUSE HE WENT SOUTH WITH MY END.
YES, I KNOW
WHO THREW THE WHISKEY IN THE WELL.

DEACON JONES,
WHO THREW THE WHISKEY IN THE WELL?
DEACON JONES,
WHO THREW THE WHISKEY IN THE WELL?
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.
I'M GONNA TELL
WHO THREW THE WHISKEY IN THE WELL.
I'M GONNA TELL
WHO THREW THE WHISKEY 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.