"Three Little Swigs" lyrics - HANK THOMPSON

Three little swigs from a bottle of gin
A big bad heartache can't get in
I lift it up to my chinny chin chin
Three little swigs from a bottle of gin

Now I built me a house out of straw and hay
Thinking it would keep the wolves away
I came away and found the door blown down
I couldn't find my baby nowhere around

Three little swigs from a bottle of gin...

[Fiddle]

The next time I found me a girl that was good
And built me a house out of sticks and wood
But a big bad wolf stuck a match to the heap
And there went another girl I just couldn't keep

Three little swigs from a bottle of gin...

[Fiddle]

So I finally built me a house out of stone
And got another woman I could call my own
But a big bad wolf in those sheepskin clothes
Stole my baby out from under my nose

Three little swigs from a bottle of gin...

[Fiddle]

The moral to the story as you can see
From what these women have done to me
Build your heart out of ice cold stone
And leave those three little swigs alone