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Nick Cave & The Bad Seed Miscellaneous Rye Whiskey (Traditional Version) I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when l'm dry, If the hard times don't kill me, I'll lay down and die. Rye whisky, rye whisky, Rye whisky, I cry, If you don't give me rye whisky, I surely will die. I'll tune up my fiddle, And I'll rosin my bow, I'll make myself welcome, Wherever I go. 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 whisky, My money's my own; All them that don't like me, Can leave me alone. Sometimes I drink whisky, Sometimes I drink rum, Sometimes I drink brandy, At other times none. But if I get boozy, My whisky's my own, And them that don't like me, Can leave me alone. Jack o' diamonds, jack o' diamonds, I know you of old, You've robbed my poor pockets Of silver and gold. Oh, whisky, you villain, You've been my downfall, You've kicked me, you've cuffed me, But I love you for all. If the ocean was whisky, And I was a duck, I'd dive to the bottom To get one sweet suck. But the ocean ain't whisky And I ain't a duck, So we'll round up the cattle And then we'll get drunk. My foot's in my stirrup, My bridle's in my hand, l'm leaving sweet Lillie, The fairest in the land. Her parents don't like me, They say l'm too poor; They say I'm unworthy To enter her door. Sweet milk when l'm hungry, Rye whisky when l'm dry, If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die. I'll buy my own whisky, I'll make my own stew, If I get drunk, madam, It's nothing to you. I'll drink my own whisky, 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. Way up on Clinch Mountain I wander alone, l'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. (Negro Variant) In my little log cabin, Ever since I been born, Dere ain't been no nothin' 'Cept dat hard salt, parched corn. But I know whar's a henhouse, De turkey he charve; An, if ol' Massa don' kill me I cain't never starve. (Variant chorus) Rye whisky, rye whisky, You're no friend to me; You killed my poor daddy, Goddamn you, try me. |
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