CORN WHISKEY (Scott Holtzman / Vivian Holtzman / Nick Woods) The New Christy Minstrels - 1964) Well, I'm just a poor wrangler, make a dollar a day Gonna move down to Kansas where I lose all my pay Grew up on corn whiskey, it's all that I had It killed my grandpappy, it ruined my poor dad Corn whiskey, corn whiskey I cry, hear me cry If I don't get corn whiskey I surely will die There's only three things in this world that I own My saddle, my stetson, my blueberry roan Well I pick up my ten-spot in Prescott, I know If I don't bust my leg in the old rodeo Corn whiskey, corn whiskey I cry, hear me cry If I don't get corn whiskey I surely will die Well, I once had a sweetheart who swore she'd be true But went off and left me like all sweethearts do I knew a gambler with a top hat and cane And a red velvet vest and a gold watch and chain Corn whiskey, corn whiskey I cry, oh, hear me cry If I don't get corn whiskey I surely will die (Instrumental Break) La-la-la-la-la-da, la-la-la-la-la-da La-la-la-la-la-la-da-da-da-da-da When I ramble and I gamble, I end up so poor It's back to corn whiskey as sure as before I'm just a poor wrangler and a wrangler I'll stay If I get my corn whiskey, I don't need no pay Corn whiskey, corn whiskey I cry, hear me cry If I don't get corn whiskey I surely will die Just a jug of corn whiskey, corn whiskey I cry (Transcribed by Mel Priddle _ May 2012)