Barrels of Whiskey

As I stepped out me house I saw this man named Clyde

He took me by the hand saying, "I'll take you for a ride"

I said, "I cannot go there, there are things to get done"

He said, "Boy you must, 'cause I ain't got a son"

There's a little secret no one should know

Deep into the forest we both gotta go

I show you the way I earn my daily bread

But dare not to reveal it or you're gonna lose your head

I make barrels of whiskey, it ain't no champagne

It's served in our brothels to keep away the pain

What I share with you my lad

Is the biggest secret I've ever had

I make barrels of whiskey, it ain't no champagne

It's served in our brothels to keep away the pain

See the soldiers at war, on the battlefield

They've got more than a gun, my whiskey is their shield

Look at the crippled and wounded down the street

A passport to hell and a bottle to their feet

You don't leave a child or a sweetheart behind

This is our secret vow, so boy don't be blind

I make barrels of whiskey, it ain't no champagne

It's served in our brothels to keep away the pain

What I share with you, my lad

Is the biggest secret I've ever had

I make barrels of whiskey, it ain't no champagne

It's served in our brothels to keep away the pain

What I share with you my lad

What I share with you

I make barrels of whiskey, it ain't no champagne

It's served in our brothels to keep away the pain

What I share with you my lad

Is the biggest secret I've ever had

I make barrels of whiskey, it ain't no champagne

It's served in our brothels to keep away the pain