Chug-a-lug, Chug-a-lug,
Make ya wanta holler hi-de-ho
Burns your tummy, don't you know?
Chug-a-lug, Chug-a-lug.

Grape wine in a mason jar,
Homemade and brought to school
By a friend of mine after class.
Me and him and this other fool
Decide that we'll drink up what's left
Chug-a-lug, so we helped ourselves;
First time for ev'rything
Ummm, my ears still ring.

Chug-a-lug, Chug-a-lug,
Make ya wanta holler hi-de-ho
Burns your tummy, don't you know?
Chug-a-lug, Chug-a-lug.

4-H and F.F.A.
On a field trip to the farm
Me and a friend sneak off
Behind this big old barn
Where we uncovered a covered-up moonshine still.
And we thought we'd drink our fill.
I swallerred it with a smile;
Ughhh, I run ten miles.

Chug-a-lug, Chug-a-lug,
Make ya wanta holler hi-de-ho
Burns your tummy, don't you know?
Chug-a-lug, Chug-a-lug.

Jukebox and a sawdust floor,
Somethin' like I ain't seen before.
And I'm just goin' on fifteen,
But with the help of my finaglin' uncle
I got snuck in for my first taste of sin.
I said, "Let me have a big ole sip!"
I done a double back flip.

Chug-a-lug, Chug-a-lug,
Make ya wanta holler hi-de-ho
Burns your tummy, don't you know?
Chug-a-lug, Chug-a-lug.

Chug-A-Lug
Words and Music by:  Roger Miller
Performed by:  Roger Miller  (1964)
Sequence and Karaoke by:  Ron Tilden

Chug-A-Lug
Melody
Harmony
Piano
Guitar
Guitar (Jazz)
Guitar (Steel)
Guitar (Clean)
Bass
Drums