| Rye Whiskey makes the band sound better
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| Makes your baby cuter, makes itself taste sweeter. |
| Oh, boy!
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| Rye whiskey makes your heart beat louder
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| Makes your voice seem softer, makes the back room hotter, oh, but
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| Rye thoughts aren’t good thoughts, boys
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| Have I ever told you about the time I…
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| Rye whiskey wraps your troubles up into a bright blue package
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| Ties a bow around it. |
| Oh, boy!
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| Just throw it on the pile in the corner
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| See, you’re not alone in not being alone tonight, but
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| Rye love isn’t good love, boys
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| Have I ever told you about the time I…
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| I used to wake up bright and early
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| Got my work done quickly, held my baby tightly. |
| Oh, boy!
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| Rye whiskey makes the sun set faster
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| Makes the spirit more willing but the body weaker because
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| Rye sleep isn’t good sleep, boys
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| Have I ever told you about the time I
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| Took it and took her for granted?
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| How I took it and took her for granted?
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| So let’s take some and take them all for granted
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| Oh, boy! |