Rye Whiskey Songtext
von Frank Proffitt

On top of yon mountain I wandered alone
Drunk as a devil and a long ways from home

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If I don′t get rye whiskey I surely will die

I went on yon mountain, I sat on a log
My liquor jug beside me, I'm sicker than a dog


Poor drunkard, poor drunkard, how bad I do feel
Poor drunkard, poor drunkard, how bad I do feel

I′m a-goin' on yon mountain, I'll build me a still
I′ll make you a gallon for a two dollar bill

Poor drunkard, poor drunkard, how bad I do feel
Poor drunkard, poor drunkard, how bad I do feel

If the ocean was whiskey and I was a duck
I′d dive to the bottom and drink my way up

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If I don't get rye whiskey I surely will die