Jack o' Diamonds, Jack o' Diamonds and I know you of old
 You've robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold
 It's a whiskey, you villain, you've been my downfall
 You've kicked me, you've cuffed me, but I love you for all

 It's a whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
 If I don't get rye whiskey, well, I think I will die

 I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry
 If the hard times don't kill me, I'll lay down and die
 I'll tune up my fiddle and I 'll rosin my bow
 I'll make myself [bad word]  wherever I go

 Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
 If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die

 Beefsteak when I'm hungry red liquor when I'm dry
 Greenbacks when I'm hard up and religion when I die
 They say I drink whiskey, my money's my own
 All them that don't like me, can leave me alone

 Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
 If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die

 Sometimes I drink whiskey, sometimes I [bad word] 
 Sometimes I drink brandy, at other times none
 But if I get boozey, my whiskey's my own
 And them that don't like me, can leave me alone

 Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
 If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die

 If the ocean was whiskey and I was a duck
 I'd dive to the bottom to get one sweet suck
 But the ocean ain't whiskey and I ain't a duck
 So we'll round up the cattle and then we'll get [bad word] 

 Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
 If the whiskey don't kill me, I'll live till I die

 My foot's in my [bad word]  my bridle's in my hand
 I'm leaving sweet Lillie, the fairest in the land
 Her parents don't like me, they say I'm too poor
 They say I'm unworthy to enter her door

 It's a whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
 If I don't get rye whiskey, well, I think I will die

 Sweet milk when I'm hungry, rye whiskey when I'm dry
 If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die
 I'll buy my own whiskey, I'll make my own stew
 If I get [bad word]  madam, it's nothing to you

 Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
 If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die

 I'll drink my own whiskey, I'll drink my own wine
 Some ten thousand bottles I've killed in my time
 I've no wife to quarrel, no babies to bawl
 The best way of living is no wife at all

 Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
 If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die

 Way up on Clinch Mountain I wander alone
 I'm as [bad word] as the devil, oh, let me alone
 You may boast of your knowledge an' brag of your sense
 'Twill all be forgotten a hundred years hence

 Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, you're no friend to me
 You killed my poor daddy, God [bad word] you, try me