I was sawing my fiddle in the Smokies
At this roadside biker bar
When I met a long haired hillbilly after the show
Wearing peace sign overalls
He said I love that mountain music
I could tell he didn’t come to town too much
He said I’m up from the holler and I’ll bet you ten dollars
That you ain’t never had more powerful stuff than
Rye whiskey
A hundred proof
Brewed by my Pappy
Let me pour a little swaller for you
There’s a whole lot of trouble in the world today
But I keep on smiling and singing anyway
Rye whiskey
There ain’t nothing that a sip won’t do
So when I had a little sip I knew in just a minute
This hillbilly feller was right
Despite our differences we can find a common thread
Stitching together both sides
And as I looked in the front row
Of this rowdy rock ’n roll bar on the Tennessee Line
I saw hippies and rednecks blowing their paychecks
Dancing and drinking the very same kinda
Rye whiskey
A hundred proof
Brewed by my Pappy
Let me pour a little swaller for you
There’s a whole lot of trouble in the world today
But I keep on smiling and singing anyway
Rye whiskey
There ain’t nothing that a sip won’t do
Oh with just a little sipping you’ll be hugging
And a kissing and a holding each other tight
Oh it’s wine, beer, stay clear, corn liquor never sicker
Bartender pour me some rye
Rye whiskey
There’s a whole lot of trouble in the world today
But I keep on smiling and a-singing anyway
Rye whiskey
There ain’t nothing that a sip won’t do
Yeah, rye whiskey
There ain’t nothing that a sip won’t do
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For What It's Worth
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Last American Waltz
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Lewis And Clark
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