I'm thinkin' about the year of nineteen and twenty nine I'm thinkin' 'bout the year of nineteen and twenty nine New Year caught me with my money and man I was doin' very fine I was lyin' down with my baby, we had one small quart of gin I was lyin' down with my baby, we had a small quart of gin And the old doorbell kept a-ringin', I wouldn't leave nobody come in The whistle was blowin' for New Year, around twelve o'clock at night The whistle was blowin' for New Year, around twelve o'clock at night I lied there arguin' with my baby, until the good Lord broke daylight Early one New Year mornin', I was walkin' down by the mill I say early one New Year mornin', I was walkin' down by the mill Every man likes his liquor, when he gets it fresh from the still I hate to drink on New Year, For this whiskey they're makin' is too strong I say I hate to drink on New Year, This whiskey they're makin' is too strong Because I would take two or three Drinks, I'll be drunk the whole day long (Hurry up with that Santy Claus, bring him on around here)