Come On In The Whiskeys Fine

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Me and my cousin Lendyl Got lost hunting Coon
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In the Carolina Mountains Somewhere outside of Boone
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We were just about to panic When 'ol Lendyl saw the sign
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It said, "Come on in! The whiskey's fine."
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That old shack looked abandoned Roof all fallin' in
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Just some petrified planks And some rusty ol' tin
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We both likely crapped our britches When a voice from inside
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Yelled, "Come on in! The whiskey's fine."

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Then those swingin' doors opened He staggered out on the porch
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Dressed just like Davey Crocket Beard clear down to the floor
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He said, "The band's drunk, beer's skunked, And we ain't got no wine,
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But come on in! The whiskey's fine."

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We peeked in over his shoulder And the first thing that we saw
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Was a boy pickin' a banjo In a pair of overalls
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He said, "That boy is half crazy, Plays the same song all the time,
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But Hey come on in! The whiskey's fine."
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"The food will make you sick, The air will make you choke,
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The waitress ain't a-workin', And the Jukebox is broke."
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He said, "the band's drunk, beer's skunked, And we ain't got no wine,
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But come on in! The whiskey's fine."

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He said, "The pinballs won't roll, The pool-table rocks,
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And it hotter than two rats in heat, Inside an old wool sock."
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"I wouldn't drink the water, It tastes like turpentine,
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We're way overpriced, And a little hard to find."
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"The band's drunk, the beer's skunked, And we ain't got no wine,
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But come on in! The whiskey's fine."
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"Ya'll come on it! The whiskey's fine!"
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"Ya'll come on in!
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Aawwww, The whiskey's fine!"

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