Historical Folk Lyrics
"Drinking Song"
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Drink that rot gut, drink that rot gut,
Drink that red eye, boys;
It don't make a damn wherever we land,
We hit her up for joy.
Drink that red eye, boys;
It don't make a damn wherever we land,
We hit her up for joy.
We've lived in the saddle and ridden trail,
Drink old Jordan, boys,
We'll go whooping and yelling, we'll all go a-helling;
Drink her to our joy.
Drink old Jordan, boys,
We'll go whooping and yelling, we'll all go a-helling;
Drink her to our joy.
Whoop-ee! Drink that rot gut, drink that red nose,
Whenever you get to town;
Drink it straight and swig it mighty,
'Til the world goes round and round!
Whenever you get to town;
Drink it straight and swig it mighty,
'Til the world goes round and round!