Me and my cousin Lendyl
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Got lost hunting Coon
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In the Carolina Mountains
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Somewhere outside of Boone
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We were just about to panic
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When 'ol Lendyl saw the sign
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It said, "Come on in! The whiskey's fine."
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That old shack looked abandoned
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Roof all fallin' in
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Just some pertrified planks
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and some rusty ol' tin
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We both likely crapped our britches
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when a voice from inside
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yelled, "Come on in! The whiskey's fine."
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Then those swinngin' doors opened
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He staggered out on the porch
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dressed just like Davey Crocket
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Beard clear down to the floor
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He said, "The band's drunk, beer's skunked,
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and we ain't got no wine,
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But come on in! The whiskey's fine."
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We peeked in over his shoulder
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And the first thing that we saw
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Was a boy pickin' a banjo
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In a pair of overalls
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He said, "That boy is half crazy,
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Plays the same song all the time,
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But Hey come on in! The whiskey's fine."
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"The food will make you sick,
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The air will make you choke,
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The waitress ain't a-workin',
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And the Jukebox is broke."
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He said, "the band's drunk, beer's skunked,
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And we ain't got no wine,
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But come on in! The whiskey's fine."
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He said, "The pinballs won't roll,
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The pool-table rocks,
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And it hotter than two rats in heat,
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Inside an old wool sock."
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"I wouldn't drink the water,
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It tastes like turpentine,
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we're WAY overpriced,
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and a little hard to find."
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"The band's drunk, the beer's skunked,
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And we ain't got no wine,
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But come on in! The whiskey's fine."
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"Ya'll come on it! The whiskley's fine!"
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"Ya'll come on in!
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aawwww, The whiskley's fine!"
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"hehehehe"
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(Come On In) The Whiskey's Fine
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| Mark Chesnutt |
