Susan Graham Pepper - Rye Whiskey

3. Rye Whiskey
(trad. From Frank Proffitt)

I went up yon mountain, I wondered a lone
Drunk as a devil and a long ways from home

Poor drunkard, poor drunkard, how bad I do feel
Poor drunkard, poor drunkard, how bad I do feel

I went up yon mountain, I sat on a log
My liquor jug beside me and sicker than a dog

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If I don’t get rye whiskey I surely will die

I went up yon mountain, I’ll build me a still
I’ll sell you a gallon for a two dollar bill

Poor drunkard…

If the ocean was whiskey and I was a duck
I’d dive to the bottom and never come up

Rye whiskey…