There's a man in these parts
He's botttlin by the day
There aint nothin a woman can do or say
Cause the man in the hills won't stray
Oh he's bottle his days away
And he's got him a Whiskey Dick
And he won't play
In the land of the Saints
He dares to [C7]walk astɾay
Bred from sin in this world
And he'll keep on [C7]keepin his ways
Well now Whiskey diddy
Came out that womb a drunk
On that day he was [Am7]born
With that little wiskey stump
From that moment his mammy [A]knew
He'd bottle booze
Far over
The whiskey mountains cold
Through dungeons deep
And caverns old
The pines were ɾoaring
From the height
The wind was [Am7]moaning
Through the night
The fire was [Am7]ɾed
It's flaming spread
The tɾees like [F]torches
Blazed with light
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