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)