| Daddy was a Cajun, baby, raised on southern land
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| And so my kinfolks tell me, was a street-fighting man
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| Well, they rushed him down to see the doctor
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| Well the doctor just checked his head
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| The only thing that was wrong with him was Johnny Walker’s Red
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| He drank ole poison whiskey
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| And it killed him dead
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| Aw yeah
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| Happened back in the bayou many years ago
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| Satan came to take him and he did it real slow
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| Well, they rushed him back to see the doctor
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| Well the doctor just shook his head
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| Twenty years of rotgut whiskey done killed this poor man dead
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| He drank ole poison whiskey
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| 'Til it killed him dead
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| You people hear what I said
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| Sweet guitar
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| Oh poison whiskey
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| Take a tip from me, people
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| Brothers can’t you see
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| Ain’t no future in ole poison whiskey
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| They’re gonna rush you down to see that doctor
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| Well the doctor’s gonna shake his head
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| The only thing he’s gonna tell you baby
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| Stop drinking Johnny Walker’s Red
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| Don’t drink poison whiskey, don’t you drink it boy |