From Bimini to the Jersey shore, they ran their sacred mission To help the poor unfortunates oppressed by the Prohibition When the Puritans in politics began to play their dirty tricks And outlaw everything that we enjoy, rum boats ahoy! We're gonna get ourselves a drop of the real McCoy Rum runner, rum runner, run your rum right up the line Rum runner, rum runner, rum, whiskey, gin, and rye Run, rum runners, run, we're running dry We're running dry Three miles off the shoreline waits the infamous Rum Row Well, if it's gambling or girls, or drink you want, just ask Havana Joe You won't be taxed, so never mind, and once you've left the law behind You can have it all, whatever is your vice, just name your price It's a free and easy floating paradise Rum runner, rum runner, run your rum right up the line Rum runner, rum runner, rum, whiskey, gin, and rye Run, rum runners, run, we're running dry We're running dry Well, the boats come up from Charleston town, and down from Gloucester Bay They're giving out free samples, boys, and the party's underway Somebody brought a Calypso band, it's loud enough to hear on land And the hold is filled with barrels fit to burst, to quench our thirst If the excise cutters don't get to it first! Rum runner, rum runner, run your rum right up the line Rum runner, rum runner, rum, whiskey, gin, and rye Run, rum runners, run, we're running dry We're running dry Well, the shore patrol is on the way, our machine gun's at the ready God help us if we need it now, our hands are none too steady Well, Uncle Sam is closing in, to take our women, take our gin You've bled us dry with all your revenues! What's left to lose? You can take our lives, you'll never take our booze! Rum runner, rum runner, run your rum right up the line Rum runner, rum runner, rum, whiskey, gin, and rye Run, rum runners, run, we're running dry We're running dry
We're lucky to have them again in Florida soon this January 19th at The Plaza Live. Got some tickets left and it's such a good venue- there are no bad seats!
We have an Irish Festival in Cheyenne, Wyoming. I do hope they show up here. Also, fun fact: "The Real McCoy" is a term that can refer to one of the first rum runners during prohibition named McCoy, who would bring actual alcohol to the states and sell it. Unlike many who did this, he didnt water his product down or anything and so anytime someone got alcohol that wasnt watered down, it was referred to as being "The Real McCoy" because of this guy.
DTFinnMacCool Given the dubious origins that the phrase has, its hard to say exactly when it began. The man i spoke of was William McCoy, a rum runner of prohibition. en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_McCoy_(bootlegger)
Sleazus Christ Indeed. That plus the sheer anxiety of having to fend off the Coast Guard (formerly Shore Patrol) would be plenty to make the hands unsteady.
God, I could use a good Rum Runner right now, as long as it's of the mostly blackberry liqueur and rum variety. The frozen Bacardi mixer ones are awesome!
I felt a bit cheated the last time I saw them because they started playing this (it was February 20th, 2016, 83 years to the day after the 21st Amendment was passed by Congress, which repealed Prohibition) and Patrick Murphy messed up a tiny bit in the first verse and they stopped playing, but they never finished! You owe me one live performance of Rum Runner, Patrick!
From Bimini to the Jersey shore, they ran their sacred mission
To help the poor unfortunates oppressed by the Prohibition
When the Puritans in politics began to play their dirty tricks
And outlaw everything that we enjoy, rum boats ahoy!
We're gonna get ourselves a drop of the real McCoy
Rum runner, rum runner, run your rum right up the line
Rum runner, rum runner, rum, whiskey, gin, and rye
Run, rum runners, run, we're running dry
We're running dry
Three miles off the shoreline waits the infamous Rum Row
Well, if it's gambling or girls, or drink you want, just ask Havana Joe
You won't be taxed, so never mind, and once you've left the law behind
You can have it all, whatever is your vice, just name your price
It's a free and easy floating paradise
Rum runner, rum runner, run your rum right up the line
Rum runner, rum runner, rum, whiskey, gin, and rye
Run, rum runners, run, we're running dry
We're running dry
Well, the boats come up from Charleston town, and down from Gloucester Bay
They're giving out free samples, boys, and the party's underway
Somebody brought a Calypso band, it's loud enough to hear on land
And the hold is filled with barrels fit to burst, to quench our thirst
If the excise cutters don't get to it first!
Rum runner, rum runner, run your rum right up the line
Rum runner, rum runner, rum, whiskey, gin, and rye
Run, rum runners, run, we're running dry
We're running dry
Well, the shore patrol is on the way, our machine gun's at the ready
God help us if we need it now, our hands are none too steady
Well, Uncle Sam is closing in, to take our women, take our gin
You've bled us dry with all your revenues! What's left to lose?
You can take our lives, you'll never take our booze!
Rum runner, rum runner, run your rum right up the line
Rum runner, rum runner, rum, whiskey, gin, and rye
Run, rum runners, run, we're running dry
We're running dry
We're lucky to have them again in Florida soon this January 19th at The Plaza Live. Got some tickets left and it's such a good venue- there are no bad seats!
Love this song! Can't wait to see them at The Egg in Albany in a few weeks!
We have an Irish Festival in Cheyenne, Wyoming. I do hope they show up here.
Also, fun fact: "The Real McCoy" is a term that can refer to one of the first rum runners during prohibition named McCoy, who would bring actual alcohol to the states and sell it. Unlike many who did this, he didnt water his product down or anything and so anytime someone got alcohol that wasnt watered down, it was referred to as being "The Real McCoy" because of this guy.
Wikipedia appears to disagree: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_real_McCoy
DTFinnMacCool Given the dubious origins that the phrase has, its hard to say exactly when it began. The man i spoke of was William McCoy, a rum runner of prohibition. en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_McCoy_(bootlegger)
Another great song to add to the Terra Trike pedaling playlist. . . thanks for posting this "gaelicwolf"!
great song i love gaelic storm
"Our hands are none too steady" one bad side effect to the drink.
Sleazus Christ Indeed. That plus the sheer anxiety of having to fend off the Coast Guard (formerly Shore Patrol) would be plenty to make the hands unsteady.
its a feature. noob.
One of my great great uncles was a bootlegger/rumrunner
sometimes i like to hide under my carpet and pretend im a cabbage ~:3
Lol that is kinda adorkable
I like night crawlers too
God, I could use a good Rum Runner right now, as long as it's of the mostly blackberry liqueur and rum variety. The frozen Bacardi mixer ones are awesome!
very nice song...greetings from peru
Gaelic storm the best !!!
fun stuff
this is all true
I felt a bit cheated the last time I saw them because they started playing this (it was February 20th, 2016, 83 years to the day after the 21st Amendment was passed by Congress, which repealed Prohibition) and Patrick Murphy messed up a tiny bit in the first verse and they stopped playing, but they never finished! You owe me one live performance of Rum Runner, Patrick!
Emily Foster Oh that sucks. Dunno why theyd just stop and not keep going.
I think it were the Unitarians...
bring on the weed propition
You sod. This has nothing to do with weed. Its purely about the drink.
+Politikill Trash But that cross fade though
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TrollMafia1 Indeed they were both outlawed at the same time but this song is written about alcohol.