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