Classic Poem

Way up on Clinch Mountain
I wander alone;
I'm drunk as the devil,
And a long ways from home

Chorus
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, Rye whiskey,
I cry. If I don't get rye whiskey
I surely will die.

2

I'll eat when I'm hungry
And drink when I'm dry;
If whiskey don't kill me
I'll live till I die.

CHORUS :
Oh whiskey, rye whiskey,
I know you of old;
You rob my poor pockets
Of silver and gild.

3

If the ocean was whiskey
And I was a duck,
I'd swim to the bottom
And never come up.

CHORUS :
Oh whiskey, rye whiskey,
How sleepy I feel,
Oh whiskey, rye whiskey,
How sleepy I feel.

4

For work I'm too lazy
And beggin's too low,
Train robbin's too dangerous,
To gambling I'll go.

CHORUS :
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey,
Rye whiskey I cry,
If I don't get rye whiskey
I surely will die.

5

I've no wife to quarrel with,
No babies to bawl,
The best way of livin'
Is no wife at all.

CHORUS :
Oh whiskey, rye whiskey,
How I do love thee,
You killed my poor pappy,
Now, dang you, try me.