Collected by Hubert Charles Peterson For M.C.Parler
RYE WHISKEY
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey,
Rye whiskey I cry,
If I don't get rye whiskey,
I surely will die.
If the ocean was whiskey And I was a duck,
I'd dive to the bottom,
And never come up.
I'll tune up my fiddle,
And resin my bow,
And I'll make myself welcome Wherever I go.
I'll eat when I'm hungry,
And drink when I'm dry,
If I don't get rye whickey,
I surely will die.
Hic-ups, O Lordy, how bad I do feel,
Hic-ups, O Lordy, how bad I do feel.
Jack of diamonds, jack of diamonds,
I've known you of old
You've robbed me poor pockets Of silver and gold.
Sung by Lowell Harness Leslie, Arkansas December 21, 1962.
Reel 428, Item 15
