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Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry,
If I dont git rye whiskey I think I will die.
If you was a hornet way up in a tree,
Id faint from pure pleasure if youd come and sting me!
If I was a candle and you was a moth,
Id burn you so sweetly youd never fly off.
Oh! Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I declare,
I make my rye whiskey but I wont tell you where.
If I was a skunk weed and you was a bee,
Id bloom red and purple if youd sip out of me.
Oh! Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I vow,
I make my rye whiskey but I wont tell you how.
The redwood is strong and a mighty tall tree,
But the strongest and tallest grows right out of me.
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I never could fly,
If I dont git rye whiskey Ill live till I die.
The hedgehog will roll on the grapes on the ground,
Just roll over me and youll see what youve found.
My balls, oh rye whiskey, will stick to your ass,
Like grapes on a hedgehog that rolls in the grass.
Si tengo un saguaro, no me has de culpar,
Pues un gran saguarazo te ha de gustar.
Ay! Tequila, tequila, tequila nomas,
Si me das el tequila yo te doy el compas!