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Jack o' diamonds, Jack o' diamonds and I know you of old |
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You've robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold |
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It's a whiskey, you villain, you've been my downfall |
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You've kicked me, you've cuffed me but I love you for all |
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It's a whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry |
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If I don't get rye whiskey, well, I think I will die |
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I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry |
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If the hard times don't kill me, I'll lay down and die |
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I'll tune up my fiddle and I'll rosin my bow |
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I'll make myself welcome, wherever I go |
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Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry |
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If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die |
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Beefsteak when I'm hungry red liquor when I'm dry |
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Greenbacks when I'm hard up and religion when I die |
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They say I drink whiskey, my money's my own |
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All them that don't like me, can leave me alone |
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Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry |
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If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die |
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Sometimes I drink whiskey, sometimes I drink rum |
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Sometimes I drink brandy, at other times none |
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But if I get boozey, my whiskey's my own |
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And them that don't like me, can leave me alone |
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Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry |
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If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die |
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If the ocean was whiskey and I was a duck |
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I'd dive to the bottom to get one sweet suck |
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But the ocean ain't whiskey and I ain't a duck |
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So we'll round up the cattle and then we'll get drunk |
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Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry |
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If the whiskey don't kill me, I'll live till I die |
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My foot's in my stirrup, my bridle's in my hand |
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I'm leaving sweet Lillie, the fairest in the land |
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Her parents don't like me, they say I'm too poor |
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They say I'm unworthy to enter her door |
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It's a whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry |
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If I don't get rye whiskey, well, I think I will die |
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Sweet milk when I'm hungry, rye whiskey when I'm dry |
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If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die |
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I'll buy my own whiskey, I'll make my own stew |
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If I get drunk, madam, it's nothing to you |
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Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry |
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If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die |
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I'll drink my own whiskey, I'll drink my own wine |
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Some ten thousand bottles I've killed in my time |
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I've no wife to quarrel, no babies to bawl |
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The best way of living is no wife at all |
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Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry |
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If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die |
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Way up on Clinch Mountain I wander alone |
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I'm as drunk as the devil, oh, let me alone |
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You may boast of your knowledge an' brag of your sense |
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'Twill all be forgotten a hundred years hence |
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Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, you're no friend to me |
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You killed my poor daddy, goddamn you, try me |
