Whiskey & Rye
By Zachary Fisher d/b/a Sweet Jesus Enterprises, Inc.
Well I stood in the yard and I looked at the sky
And it dawned on me, to my surprise
That when my daddy stood there and
Looked me in dead the eye
I knew that he was thinkin ‘bout whiskey and rye
You know the brand he likes to sell
Drink too much and you’ll drown in hell
Drink too little and she’ll kiss you goodbye
So daddy started cooking whiskey and rye
Whiskey and rye, whiskey and rye,
Daddy really makes the best damn
Whiskey and rye
Drink it late in the morning
Drink it early at night
Daddy really makes the best whiskey and rye
Good and strong, that’s what he likes
Mama thinks it stings, just like a snakebite
But in a second she’ll be whipping up
Some cherry pie
After daddy fills her jug full of
Whiskey and rye
Whiskey and rye, whiskey and rye,
Daddy really makes the best damn
Whiskey and rye
Drink it late in the morning
Drink it early at night
Daddy really makes the best whiskey and rye
He gave me a shot and asked how it taste
I said it taste like hell there must be some mistake
But my daddy said no there is nothing to hide
You have to let it mellow, that whiskey and rye
Whiskey and rye, whiskey and rye,
Daddy really makes the best damn
Whiskey and rye
Drink it late in the morning
Drink it early at night
Daddy really makes the best whiskey and rye
So it sat in the still for a coupla days
And the white in the lightening mellowed away
And the finished product
Hit me right in the eye
Because daddy really makes the best whiskey and rye
Whiskey and rye, whiskey and rye,
Daddy really makes the best damn
Whiskey and rye
Drink it late in the morning
Drink it early at night
Daddy really makes the best whiskey and rye
