| Lyrics: | 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
filename[ RYEWHIS2
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