Rye Whiskey

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 s*ck 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