Come On In The Whiskey's Fine (исполнитель: Mark Chesnutt)
Got lost hunting Coon In the Carolina Mountains Somewhere outside of Boone We were just about to panic When 'ol Lendyl saw the sign It said, [bad word] on in! The whiskey's fine." That old shack looked abandoned Roof all fallin' in Just some pertrified planks and [bad word] ol' tin We both likely crapped our britches when a voice from inside yelled, [bad word] on in! The whiskey's fine." Then those swinngin' doors opened He staggered out on the porch dressed just like Davey Crocket Beard clear down to the floor He said, "The band's [bad word] beer's skunked, and we ain't got no wine, [bad word] on in! The whiskey's fine." We peeked in over his shoulder And the first thing that we saw Was a boy pickin' a banjo In a pair of overalls He said, "That boy is half crazy, Plays the same song all the time, But [bad word] on in! The whiskey's fine." "The food will make you sick, The air will make you choke, The waitress ain't a-workin', And the Jukebox is broke." He said, "the band's [bad word] beer's skunked, And we ain't got no wine, [bad word] on in! The whiskey's fine." He said, "The pinballs won't roll, The pool-table rocks, And it hotter than two rats in heat, Inside an old wool sock." "I wouldn't drink the water, It tastes like turpentine, we're WAY overpriced, and a little hard to find." "The band's [bad word] the beer's skunked, And we ain't got no wine, [bad word] on in! The whiskey's fine." [bad word] on it! The whiskley's fine!" [bad word] on in! aawwww, The whiskley's fine!" "hehehehe".