Caravans More Whiskey
Now, my body's like a desert, well it's empty and I'm
dry
My atmospheric condition's shootin' through the sky
My legs are gettin' weak and I'm fit to fall
That woman do you dirty, you'll a-have to crawl
Now, a young man slaves and he works all day
Come home worn out, wanna hit the hay
Your woman starts a-naggin', but you take it on the
chin
She scolds you out that back door and she hits the gin
More whiskey, well I can't live without it
More whiskey, well I keep on a-drinkin'
Keep on a-drinkin' till my dyin' day
I get that long fat bottle and I'll put it away
It's a man's mistake when he takes a drink
He gets nothing but trouble and he just can't think
Well, his woman comes along, but it's way too late
You're half way down that bottle and he's missed his
date
More whiskey, well I can't live without it
More whiskey, well I keep on a-drinkin'
Keep on a-drinkin' till my dyin' day
I get that long fat bottle and I'll put it away
A man's finally had it, well he's given up
He puts down that bottle 'cause he's feelin' rough
He finds himself that whiskey and he starts to drink
His woman starts a-naggin' so he does her in
More whiskey, well I can't live without it
More whiskey, well I keep on a-drinkin'
Keep on a-drinkin' till my dyin' day
I get that long fat bottle and I'll put it away
