Hard times comin' so the messenger said   Better guard your liquor like your own homestead   Took it under cover, then we took it underground   In temptation, we had another round      Governor came out, eleven or twelve   Under so much pressure, couldn't help himself   Word got out to the national guard   Spread like a fire in a lumber yard      Saddle up boys and call up the mission   A hundred strong in the providence hall   Pray boys for the prohibition   Damn that demon alcohol      Cavalry came and we were tumblin'dice   Wouldn't let them in, 'cos they wouldn't ask nice   Drank to the health of friends and foe   Thanks to the Lord but he never did show      Second wind gone as the second wave came   Manned in command, in the president's name   Kept at bay, kept knockin' at the door   Couldn't care less 'cos we all wanted more      Saddle up boys and call up the mission   A hundred strong in the providence hall   Pray boys for the prohibition   Damn that demon alcohol      Dried up supplies till the morning sun   Never realized where it all could've gone   Listen up boys, it's plain to see   Hell is merely sobriety      Saddle up boys and call up the mission   A hundred strong in the providence hall   Pray boys for the prohibition   Damn that demon alcohol      Saddle up boys and call up the mission   A hundred strong in the providence hall   Pray boys for the prohibition   Damn that demon alcohol      The saddle up, boys   You better pray, boys   Saddle up, boys   You better pray, boys   Damn that demon alcohol