Rye Whiskey

G C G I’m a round up cowboy, my horse is my home G C G The girls that don’t like me can leave me alone G C G I'll tune up my fiddle I’ll rosin my bow G C G I’ll make myself welcome wherever I go G C G Rye Whiskey Rye Whiskey Rye Whiskey I Cry G C G If I don’t get Rye Whiskey I surely will die G C G My Horses ain’t hungry, they won’t eat your hay G C G So fare thee well Annies I’m going away G C G Your parents don’t like me, they say I’m to poor G C G They say I’m unworthy to enter your door G C G Rye Whiskey rye Whiskey rye whiskey I cry G C G If I don’t get Rye Whiskey I surely will die G C G Way up on Swan Mountain I’m on my own G C G I’m drunk as the devil so leave me alone G C G Rye Whiskey, rye whiskey you’re no friend to me G C G You killed my poor daddy and now you try me G C G Rye Whiskey rye Whiskey rye whiskey I cry G C G If I don’t get Rye Whiskey I surely will die