I / | IV / | V / | I / | (2X)

Key of C: C / | F / | G / | C / | (2X)
Key of D: D / | G / | A / | D / | (2X)
Key of G: G / | C / | D / | G / | (2X)
Key of A: A / | D / | E / | A / | (2X)

My wife and I live all alone
in a little log hut we call our own.
She loves gin and I love rum.
Tell you what it is, we've lots of fun.

Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
little brown jug don't I love thee?
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
little brown jug don't I love thee?

'Tis you who makes my friends and foes,
'tis you who makes me where old clothes.
Now here you are so near my nose
so tip her up and down she goes.

When I go toiling on my farm
the little brown jug goes under my arm.
Place her under a shady tree
little brown jug don't I love thee?

When I lay in the shade of a tree
the little brown jug's in the shade of me.
I tip her up and I give a pull,
the little brown jug's about half full.

I crossed the creek on a hollow log,
me and the wife and the little brown dog.
The wife and the dog fell in, "Kerplunk,"
but I held on to the little brown jug.

I bought a cow from Farmer Jones.
She was nothing but skin and bones.
Fed her up as fine as silk,
she jumped the fence and strained her milk.

One day I went out on the farm
with the little brown jug underneath my arm.
Tripped my toe and down I fell,
broke that little jug all to hell.

When I die don't bury me at all,
just pickle my bones in alcohol.
Place a bottle of booze at my head and feet
and then I know that I will keep.

The rose is red, my nose is, too,
the violet's blue and so are you.
But I guess before I stop
I'd better take another drop.