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The bars I've been in I forget 
The lights outside ever brighter 
But a light on the inside not yet 

Rum by the kettle drum 
Whiskey by the jar
I was ridin' down that highway
Silver Harley by my side
When I thought I saw my lady
She was headed for the Berkely Hill
Pistol on her hip in case
Hey, hey mama life is a lonely time,
For a man who drinks his whiskey by the jar,
Now I do believe the life I lead
Won't get me very far
I was
Throughout the day he'd booze and keep the peace
He knows the best way to success
Is a proud fierce woman and a jar of whiskey
Someway however you can
It's
the fat's in the fire, and the water's in the tank 
And the whiskey's in the jar, and the money's in the bank 
I tried to love and protect you because I
, and it's hard looking out

I'm 20 miles out of town, Cold Irons bound

Well the fat's in the fire, and the water's in the tank
And the whiskey's in the jar
old bar
I will get you on my way
Gona dance to Whiskey In The Jar
Wait at the end of freeway
I will pick you up on way
Hang in the local area
We got
A house boat by it called the Gin Palace
Docked in White Trash Bay
We serve homemade tequila 23 hours a day
We got hand rolled cigars and a 3 foot
this poor boy's heart 
By the look in his eyes he ain't cried in 
years 
And he's reatining a five gallon tear 

Doc wrote a prescription to induce
He sat down next to the window
By the TV at my bar
He ordered Coke and whiskey
And put something in my jar
And old black and white photograph
He
the east
Ole Fletcher's in the car drinkin' whiskey from a jar through his teeth
Jimmy ain't back but his tracks lead up into the trees
I guess there
from near and far,
Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Whiskey in the Jar!

You can keep your Michael Flatley with his tattoos on his chest,
Fare thee well,
out by the bonfire
Just some good ole boys having a dang good time
We crank it up, down here
We get loud, down here
Throwin' down, in the dirty dirty
out by the bonfire
Just some good ole boys having a dang good time
We crank it up, down here
We get loud, down here
Throwin' down, in the dirty dirty
proof to wash it down and that's all she Wrote and if it kills me bury me in red clay and
Let it all be catered by the Ol' Country Buffet
Pass the whiskey
She was stuck uptown while you was landin on mars 
It's all fucked up now, caught your hand in the jar 
Another small step back for that man
not in my state
Not in south, not any-where
Got four girls on four-wheelers
Took four shots of whiskey! (Yeah)

Chevy trucks we drive um'
let out to eat
Poked holes in the top of the jar so he can breath
And when he's old enough
Imma set him free and let him breed
Teach his kids how
living
Whiskey in a jar, been scarred since the beginning
Time to shut the game down, bottom of the ninth inning
Thoughts on losing everything, kind