Carla Howell

SINGER | SONGWRITER | ACTIVIST

YAK YAK BOURBON

A song about the Alcohol Prohibition. And the Drug Prohibition

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Genre: Dixieland / New Orleans jazz, with some folk and a touch of psychedelic rock.

Duration: 4:29

Vocals: Carla Howell
Piano: Jiri Nedoma
Clarinet: Tucker Antell
Trombone: Ben Griffin
Trumpet: Billy Buss
Guitars: Clay Steininger and Les Fish
Bass: Marc-Andre Drouin
Drum set: Lee Fish

Produced by Carla Howell and Les Fish
Sound Engineer: Matt Hayes
Recorded at Wellspring Sound, Acton, MA

Illustration by Aaron Herrera

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LYRIC

Well, the Great War was over, and the mood was glum.

It was time to ban that Demon Rum.

So in came the Alcohol Prohibition.

Hallelujah, here comes salvation!

No more cavorting at the evil saloons.

We’ll all be civil now we’ve outlawed booze.

Preacher Sunday said, “The reign of tears is now over!”

But America was never to be as sober.

Yak Yak Bourbon and a-moonshine.

America’s one big party time.

Drink Scat Whiskey or-a bathtub gin.

Mix it in a cocktail and sweeten your sin.

Speakeasies opened up all over town.

There was always a place to put bootleg down.

Everyone was dealing, even police.

Yes, even your local rabbis and priests.

The real McCoy guaranteed to be good,

but some swilled alcohol made from wood.

Many a flapper met an early grave

as rot gut booze become something to crave.

Yak Yak Bourbon and a-moonshine.

America’s one big party time.

Drink Scat Whiskey or-a bathtub gin.

Mix it in a cocktail and sweeten your sin.

From the cop on the street to the FBI,

there was hardly an official who couldn’t be bribed.

Al Capone and his organization made

the old saloons seem like a ladies’ luncheon.

Police protection was no longer fair.

Cold-blooded murder was no longer rare.

Seems Preacher Sunday’s claim was in error

because the reign of tears became the reign of terror.

Yak Yak Bourbon and a-moonshine,

America’s one big party time

Drink Skat Whiskey or-a bathtub gin

Mix it in a cocktail and sweeten your sin.

Give it a spin

Do it again, say “Hey!”

(Reprise)

When the Prohibition ended

and the demons were gone,

we needed someone else to blame our troubles on.

So in came the war against a plant called hemp

and any drug lacking FDA consent.

To find a high you don’t have to go far.

Try the street, or a school, or your neighborhood bar.

Big, fat budgets for the DEA

make drugs high-profit in the USA.

Prisoners packed liked cans on a rack.

Stopped by a cop if your skin is black.

Another O.D., another life laid down

as Crips and Bloods take over the town.

Panama Red and Sunshine.

America’s one big party time!

Crack an’ smack an’ ecstasy.

Drug Prohibition will make us drug-free.

Can’t you see?

Try to believe it, say, hey!

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