When I was in high school (~1960) I learned this from a guy who taught me to play the banjo. This here and now is the first time I've tracked down anyone else with the lyrics or who wrote it. Thanks for the tip. Here's how I've been singing it all these years:

Tune: after "The Wabash Cannonball", key of A)

It was on a Monday morning I was headin' for the North,
On a road I often traveled while goin' back and forth;
Across the old St. Lawrence, and into Montreal,
I loaded down my Packard with beer and alcohol.

(slide run: A... up and up the neck to D to E & back to A, between verses)

I loaded 'er down with alcohol and I topped 'er off with ale,
Had to cross the customs, boy, I knew I must not fail;
They signaled me with searchlights and a rifle call,
But I rolled right through the Customs with my load of alcohol.

The troopers and the revenuers soon took up the chase,
But I was doing 95 and steady held my pace;
I brushed 'em at Maloarah, wizzed past them at Malone,
The only way they got to me was by the telyphone.

I came to Turner's Crossing; there was a train across the road;
That's how they caught the Packard; that's how they got the load;
And now I'm in the jail, boys; I guess I lost it all,
Waiting for my trial a-scheduled in the fall.

[Long since I've plum' forgot the first half of the last verse, so I fake it and then finish off with...]

Come all you young citizens, don't ever take no chance,
Don't carry the precious water that makes 'em sing and dance.