[1] In the land of Breathitt County was raised a crooked man
Made the [4] county dry and the [1] prices high for the [5] bootleg whiskey [1] man
His age was barely twenty-one, his family was ashamed
They [4] had a son who [1] left his home for the [5] bootleg whiskey [1] game

[1] Bootleg John won't you come on home
Your family's all alone
You're [4] runnin' wild and your [1] baby child
[5] Wants his daddy [1] home

His wife she loved him dearly tho' he seldom came around
She'd always cry when he said goodbye but she never could hold him down
With pistols in his pocket and his shotgun on the floor
He made his run to Lexington to the bootleg whiskey store

His car was full of whiskey, his hand was on his gun
He was set to go but he didn't know he was makin' his last run
The sheriff pulled him over and he shot the lawman down
They locked him well in the county jail, the jail in Jackson Town