Pyrophoria - Kentucky Whiskey

Oh the old country is as bitter as the end
They comin to take my one and only friend
Straight 160 proof; that old Kentucky blend
Southern hospitality ain't always round the bend

I can't be what you want, say what you say
Can't never could see the day

Oh when I return I'll be as fancy as can be
The speakeasy goer in the city gon' be me
I was never the right way; I wanted free
Old country ain't never could see

I can't be what you want, say what you say
Can't never could see the day

So no I don't belong at the Club 21
New York City swept me under the rug
Rich man walks by and looks at me smug
On the sidewalk crying with a whiskey jug
The moon glows at me like a lightning bug
I can run but I'll never find, I shrug

Written by:
Jessica Hambrick

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