hell Blue is a greeting from a friend Red is the color of farewell Old red he died and every single landlord in the district cried An empty bottle of whiskey
You're the life of the party, everybody's host Still you need somewhere you can hide All your good time friends And your farewell to has-beens Lord knows
dead men lay So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip To the land where his father's laid But fifteen minutes later We had our first taste of whiskey There
I'm out here on a hurt train, the moanin' of the rails Seems like a sad song, last call farewell Now here I sit loaded wondering what went wrong The whiskey
Farewell to the whiskey, tobacco and smoke, Farewell to the rum and occasional coke, Farewell to the girls who came ready to play, For this is the end
want to get rid of Fender guitars Why don't you do your thing And we do our thing too? Now they want to take my cigarettes And all my good whiskey
Beneath the chandeliers Upon the Persian rugs Carousers take their stand Fine whiskey in their hands The rakes are in the halls The dugs are in t' the
jailer down And bid a farewell to this tight-fisted town Mush-a-ring-um duram da Whack fol the daddy O Whack fol the daddy O There?s whiskey in the
I was taking my pleasure in a bar I called home When an old friend appeared at the door He was filled with bad whiskey, so he didn't see me As he stumbled
And the ship sets the sail They've lived the tale To carry to the shore Straining at the oars Or staring from the rail And the sea bids farewell She
, Sayin' "stand and deliver, for I am your bold deceiver." Musha ringum duram da, Whack fol the daddy-o, Whack fol the daddy-o, There's whiskey
A train sounds off with whistle blowing Lighthouse horn sounds early warning Clean cool air with stars out shining Overcoat and whiskey drinking Hands
Farewell to the whiskey, tobacco and smoke! Farewell to the rum and occasional coke! Farewell to the girls who came ready to play! For this is the end
and deliver for I am your bold deceiver" [Refrain:] Mush-a-ring-um duram da Whack fol the daddy o Whack fol the daddy o There's whiskey in the jar.
' back I'm out here on a hurt train The moanin' of the rails Seems like a sad song Last call farewell Now here I sit loaded Wondering what went wrong The whiskey
Translation: Unknown. Farewell To Whisky.
men lay So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip To the home where his father's laid But fifteen minutes later We had our first taste of whiskey There was
