| As I stepped out me house I saw this man named Clyde
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| He took me by the hand saying I'll take you for a ride
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| I said I cannot go there, there are things to get done
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| He said boy you must, 'cause I ain't got a son
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| There's a little secret no one should know
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| Deep into the forest we both gotta go
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| I show you the way I earn my daily bread
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| But dare not to reveal it or you gonna lose your head
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| I make barrels of whiskey, it ain't no champagne
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| It's served in our brothels to keep away the pain
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| What I share with you my lad
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| Is the biggest secret I've ever had
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| I make barrels of whiskey, it ain't no champagne
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| It's served in our brothels to keep away the pain
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| See the soldiers at war, on the battlefield
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| They've got more than a gun, my whiskey is their shield
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| Look at the crippled and the wounded down the street
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| A passport to hell and a bottle to their feet
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| You don't leave a child or sweetheart behind
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| This is our secret vow so boy don't be blind
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| I make barrels of whiskey, it ain't no champagne
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| It's served in our brothels to keep away the pain
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| What I share with you my lad
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| Is the biggest secret I've ever had
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| I make barrels of whiskey, it ain't no champagne
|
| It's served in our brothels to keep away the pain
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| What I share with you my lad
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| What I share with you
|
| I make barrels of whiskey, it ain't no champagne
|
| It's served in our brothels to keep away the pain
|
| What I share with you my lad
|
| Is the biggest secret I've ever had
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| I make barrels of whiskey, it ain't no champagne
|
| It's served in our brothels to keep away the pain |