Whole south was dry in those days
People had sand in their mouths
Only whiskey felt good
Only thing what faded bad-mood
Whiskey down south
Whiskey in my mouth.
It was so much better
Than whiskey up-north ever


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I need whiskey, whiskey, whiskey
I need whiskey my friend
I need whiskey, I need money
Danny don't try to take my honey
Please step away from honey babe
Don't try to take my honey away


So I went up to Chicago
Among a traffic and a crime
Whiskey they were dealin'
None was drinking it with a feeling
So I made a deal
With Evil himself
He promised to show me a blues
If I promised to stay out of good

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So I went back to Clarksdale
Among whiskey and cotton
Whiskey we were dealin'
Everybody was drinking it with a feeling
So I made a deal
With host of plantations
He promised to show me the money
If I promised to leave his honey

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