a popular song from 1922 words by Geo. A. Little music by Earl K. Smith
Sheet Music
Accompaniment
Lyrics
Chorus
“I’m the ghost of that good man John Barleycorn
In the days of ancient hist’ry I was born
Now rich man, poor man, beggarman thief
I brought them joy that turned into grief
Hip! Sip! Hip! Sip!
Ah, That’s the time they start to slip
Then with my well known kick I knock ’em out
They’d wake up with a brown taste in their mouth
Now Mister Volstead on me hung a crepe
But while there’s still a “still” my spirit’s great
For I’m the ghost of that good man John Barleycorn”
Performance
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