You can hear this recording at Juneberry78s.com (or click to play). There is an annoying skip in the record, but it's intelligible.

I have boldfaced my corrections.


BAY RUM BLUES
Ashley and Foster

Well, I went to Gastonia, started drinking bay rum.
First thing I know, the police grab my arm,
Says, "Come on, boy. You're jailhouse bound."

Well, hello, buddy. I know you,
Turned-over slipper, run-down shoe.
You're on your way to the railer's chain.

Well, I drunk one bottle, didn't mean no harm.
Next thing I know, the police grab my arm,
Says, "Come on, boy. You're chain-gang bound."
(Spoken: Second offense)

Now, some people says bay rum's a good tonic.
My buddy says it's good for your stomach.
He's on his way to the railer's chain.

Well, election night I went uptown.
Them bay rum hounds, hanging around,
Pretty close to the railer's chain.

Roosevelt was wet and Hoover was dry.
Give me bay rum and let Hoover buy.
I'm on my way to the railer's chain.


[I still don't know what a railer's chain is]