DRUNKEN HICCOUGHS

a Rye Whiskey variant



I buy my own liquor and make my own stew

If I get drunk, it's nothing to you



Hiccough, o Lordy, how crazy I feel

Hiccough, o Lordy, how crazy I feel



I eat when I'm hungry and I drink when I'm dry

If liquor don't kill me, I'll live a long time



I buy my own whiskey and pay my own fine

If whiskey don't kill me, Lord, I'll never die



Way out on the mountain, so sad and so lone

As drunk as the devil and a long ways from home

I used to have money, but now I have none

Oh I don't like to think of the things I have done

I drank and I gambled, I lied and I stole

And now I am buried in a financial hole



Jack o' Diamonds, Jack o' Diamonds

gosh darn your old soul

You robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold



Go bring me a hammer and beat out my brains

For whiskey and women have run me deranged



@drink

Printed in Folksongs of the Blue Ridge Mountains

collected from John Daniel Vass

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