Mark Chesnutt - Come On in the Whiskey's Fine Lyrics

Me and my cousin Lendyl
Got lost out in Coon
In the Carolina Mountains
Some where outside of Boone
We we're just about to panic
When 'ol Lendyl saw a sign
It said, Come on in! The whiskey's fine

That old shack looked abandoned
Roof all fallin' in
Just some pertrified planks
And some rusty ol' tin
We both likely crapped our britches
When a voice from inside
Said, Come on in! The whiskey's fine

Then whose swinngin' doors opened
He staggered out on the porch
He was dressed like Davey Crocket
Beard clear down to the floor
He said, The band's drunk, beer's skunked,
And we ain't got no wine,
But come 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 Hey come 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 drunk, beer's skunked
And we ain't got no wine
But come on in! The whiskey's fine

He said, The pinballs won't roll
The pool-table rocks
And it hotter than two rats in here
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 drunk, beer's skunked
And we ain't got no wine
But come on in the whiskey's fine

Ya'll come on it! The whiskley's fine

Ya'll come on it

Aawwww, The whiskley's fine

Hehehehe

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