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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!

Aawwww, The whiskley’s fine!"

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