Tom Paxton – I Happen To Like Whiskey Sir (Guitar)

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As I was standing at the bar, my elbow bent in style,

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A white-haired gent stepped up to me and faced me with a smile.

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He gently chided me and said that I would die in sin.

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I ordered up another round and this I said to him:

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I happen to like whiskey, sir, now what's the harm in that?

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A man must have a hobby, sir, to keep from going flat.

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I do not care for tennis, sir, I'm much too old and fat.

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I happen to like whiskey, sir, now what's the harm in that?

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He smiled and took exception, boys, to my philosophy.

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He said that all that whiskey, boys, would be the death of me.

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He told me of the ruin it had brought to other men.

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I ordered up another round and said to him again:

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I happen to like whiskey, sir, now what's the harm in that?

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A man must have a hobby, sir, to keep from going flat.

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I do not care for tennis, sir, I'm much too old and fat.

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I happen to like whiskey, sir, now what's the harm in that?

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He was so excited, boys, I thought that he would burst.

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In his attempt to save me, boys, he'd worked up quite a thirst.

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He said he was so doggone dry he'd drink most anything.

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He drained the glass I gave him boys and he began to sing:

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I happen to like whiskey, sir, now what's the harm in that?

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A man must have a hobby, sir, to keep from going flat.

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I do not care for tennis, sir, I'm much too old and fat.

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I happen to like whiskey, sir, now what's the harm in that?