Rye Whiskey

Tex Ritter

Composición de: Jörgen Elofsson
Jack o' Diamonds, Jack o' Diamonds and I know you of old 
You've robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold 
It's a whiskey, you villain, you've been my downfall 
You've kicked me, you've cuffed me, but I love you for all 

It's a whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry 
If I don't get rye whiskey, well, I think I will die 

I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry 
If the hard times don't kill me, I'll lay down and die 
I'll tune up my fiddle and I 'll rosin my bow 
I'll make myself welcome, wherever I go 

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry 
If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die 

Beefsteak when I'm hungry red liquor when I'm dry 
Greenbacks when I'm hard up and religion when I die 
They say I drink whiskey, my money's my own 
All them that don't like me, can leave me alone 

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry 
If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die 

Sometimes I drink whiskey, sometimes I drink rum 
Sometimes I drink brandy, at other times none 
But if I get boozey, my whiskey's my own 
And them that don't like me, can leave me alone 

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry 
If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die 

If the ocean was whiskey and I was a duck 
I'd dive to the bottom to get one sweet suck 
But the ocean ain't whiskey and I ain't a duck 
So we'll round up the cattle and then we'll get drunk 

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry 
If the whiskey don't kill me, I'll live till I die 

My foot's in my stirrup, my bridle's in my hand 
I'm leaving sweet Lillie, the fairest in the land 
Her parents don't like me, they say I'm too poor 
They say I'm unworthy to enter her door 

It's a whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry 
If I don't get rye whiskey, well, I think I will die 

Sweet milk when I'm hungry, rye whiskey when I'm dry 
If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die 
I'll buy my own whiskey, I'll make my own stew 
If I get drunk, madam, it's nothing to you 

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry 
If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die 

I'll drink my own whiskey, I'll drink my own wine 
Some ten thousand bottles I've killed in my time 
I've no wife to quarrel, no babies to bawl 
The best way of living is no wife at all 

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry 
If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die 

Way up on Clinch Mountain I wander alone 
I'm as drunk as the devil, oh, let me alone 
You may boast of your knowledge an' brag of your sense 
'Twill all be forgotten a hundred years hence 

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, you're no friend to me 
You killed my poor daddy, God damn you, try me
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