Well, I'm just
a poor wrangler,
make a dollar a day.
Driving around to Kansas
where I lose all my pay.
Grew up on corn whiskey,
it's all that I've had.
It killed my grandpappy,
it ruined my poor dad.
Corn, whiskey, corn, whiskey,
corn, whiskey, I cry, every cry
If I don't get corn, whiskey,
I surely will die
There's only three things
in this world that I own
My saddle, my slits,
and my blueberry roam
Well, I pick up a ten -spot in Frescot, I know
If I don't bust my leg in the old rodeo
Corn Whiskey, Corn Whiskey,
Corn Whiskey, I cry, hear me cry
If I don't get Corn Whiskey,
I surely will die
Well, I once had a sweetheart
that swore she'd be true
But went off and left me like
all sweethearts do
Found her a gambler
with a top hat and cape
And a red velvet vest
and a gold watch and chain
Corn Whiskey, Corn Whiskey,
Corn Whiskey, I cry
If don't get Corn Whiskey,
I surely will die
When I ramble and I gamble,
I end up so poor
It's back to corn whiskey,
as sure as before
I'm just a poor wrangler,
and a wrangler I'll stay
If I get my corn whiskey,
I don't need no pay
Corn whiskey, corn whiskey,
corn whiskey, I cry, hear me cry
If I don't get corn whiskey,
I surely will die
Just a nugget, corn whiskey,
corn whiskey, I cry