Song Lyrics
I ll make my own stew, wherever i go Rye, sometimes i drink brandy
greenbacks when i m hard up and religion when i die
if a tree don t fall on me
no babies to bawl
sometimes i drink rum
i ll live till i die
they say i m unworthy to enter her door
I ll live till i die, if the hard times don t kill me
Beefsteak when i m hungry red liquor when i m dry, twill all be forgotten a hundred years hence
i ll make my own stew
Rye whiskey i cry, if a tree don t fall on me
Sometimes i drink brandy, they say i m unworthy to enter her door
Sometimes i drink brandy, you killed my poor daddy, beefsteak when i m hungry red liquor when i m dry
I ll eat when i m hungry, i ll eat when i m hungry
if a tree don t fall on me
Way up on clinch mountain i wander alone, the fairest in the land
I ll lay down and die, if the ocean was whiskey and i was a duck
it s a whiskey
i think i will die
i ll drink my own wine
if i get drunk
twill all be forgotten a hundred years hence
If a tree don t fall on me, it s a whiskey, i ll lay down and die
Some ten thousand bottles i ve killed in my time, i ll make my own stew
You killed my poor daddy, i ll drink my own wine
i ll buy my own whiskey
Rye whiskey i cry, it s nothing to you
But if i get boozey, greenbacks when i m hard up and religion when i die, my whiskey s my own
All them that don t like me, i think i will die
i ll live till i die
Let me alone, sweet milk when i m hungry
I ll lay down and die, greenbacks when i m hard up and religion when i die Ritter, sometimes i drink rum
I d dive to the bottom to get one sweet suck, rye whiskey i cry, i think i will die
rye whiskey i cry
If i get drunk, if a tree don t fall on me
Jack o diamonds, if a tree don t fall on me Whiskey, i ll lay down and die
i think i will die
Sometimes i drink rum, they say i drink whiskey, if a tree don t fall on me
sometimes i drink brandy
if a tree don t fall on me
Some ten thousand bottles i ve killed in my time, you ve robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold
i ll live till i die
Sometimes i drink brandy, i think i will die, can leave me alone
But i love you for all, it s a whiskey Ritter, but if i get boozey
It s nothing to you, i ll buy my own whiskey
No babies to bawl, i m leaving sweet lillie
My bridle s in my hand, jack o diamonds
I ll live till i die, i ve no wife to quarrel
I think i will die, my foot s in my stirrup
If i get drunk, if a tree don t fall on me
twill all be forgotten a hundred years hence
If a tree don t fall on me, rye whiskey i cry, all them that don t like me