Get a chicken if you can catch it
Get a pot if you can steal it
Take that bottle from your pocket
Let me hold it till I can’t feel it
Let me lay down by the fire
Let me get a little higher
Till my head turns to slumgullion
Four a.m. I’m sleeping peaceful
Dreaming of that girl in Billings
And she’s kissing me and crying
And she’s warm and she is willing
Brings me reality again
Turns my dreams into slumgullion
Never laugh at the devil
Cause he ain’t to be outsmarted
Bout the time you think you whipped him
You will find that he’s just started
He will run you off the sidin’
Jump right up from where he’s hidin’
Turn your plans into slumgullion
When you think you are a winner
And a number one all over
Don’t go smilin’ in the mirror
Don’t go rollin’ in clover
Every day’s a brand new mountain
Don’t drink long at any fountain
You’ll be turned into slumgullion
Forever Words Unknown Poems © 2016
A Book of poems by Johnny Cash
This Johnny Cash poem is a gem I know my siblings will enjoy. Mom made something she called Slumgullion. (It was on par with her routine recipes designed to feed six kids.Slumgullion is a word that means several things, most of which would not be flattering to Mom's version.
A watery stew; A watery waste left after rendering of whale blatter; Slurry associated with a mine. The term is derived from "slum" on old world for slime and "gullion" an English dialect term for mud. Mart Twain refers to a drink by that name in Roughing It (1872).
