Misc Originals – David Mccutcheon - Whisky Rye In A Rusty Mug (Guitar)

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I'll give up the whisky rye' if she come's back home' with that

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smile on her beautful face

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But the last word's she said' she aint never coming' back' to this

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desolate sad old place

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but she left this empty space' in my heart' when she

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found a better place to go

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Now i'm sat all alone in my old rocking chair' in' a sad old place

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that i know

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One cold and lonely night' I got in my truck' a rusty old four x four

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necked half a bottle of whisky rye' put the pedal down to the floor

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at the break of dawn' i ran a red light' south east of Baltimore

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Then the sheriff found the' bottle' half full of rye'

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stashed away in' the driver's door

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They locked me up inside' stripped naked of my pride' got a bucket' and

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a rusty mug'

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20 year's in there' got no rocking chair' aint got no whisky in a Jug

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I'll give up the whisky rye' if i get back home to my own

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sad and Lonely space

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But i tell you now' i aint never coming' back' to this

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desolate sad old place

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the year's have gone by' i've got tear's in my eye's

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and all sort's' of creaking in my bones

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I'm walking with a frame' cant remember my name

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I'm not sure' i'm ever going home

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I'll give up the whisky rye' if i get back home to my own

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sad and Lonely space

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But i tell you now' i aint never coming' back' to this

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desolate sad old place

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i miss my creaky old rocking chair' where the wind' blow's

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the rain on my face

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and i dream i'm' sitting back home on my porch' away from this' sad

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old place

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I'll give up the whisky rye' if i get back home to my own

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sad and Lonely space

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But i tell you now' i aint never coming' back' to this

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desolate sad old place

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I'll be freed by' and bye' to drink whisky rye' from my faithfull'

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old rusty mug.

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I'll sit rocking in my chair' catch her shadow' if it's there'

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and throw away the whisky jug.

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I'll give up the whisky rye' to see once more that smile on

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her beautiful face

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But i tell you now' she aint never coming' back' to my

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desolate sad old place