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perched on a piece of wood 
If it ever rained on us, I'd slip beneath his hood 
And at home the radio was on 
From Julie Andrews to Jerry Garcia 
Life
But it's hard to be merry
When the kids are all laughing
Saying hey it's Jerry Garcia
Ain't he cute? 
The man in the Santa suit
And all the moms in
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
of Jerry Garcia
Super sex on water skis
Iced decaf and mocchaccino
And a hooker by the grinder please
Magazine, know what I mean
You go
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
for Texas man.
Quieter times were in his cards.
He met a girl, she met a man:
Dropped to his knees and he took her hand:
A simple life ain't that
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
boogie woogie too.
Let me rock it for you now!

Hey go hey hey in other words by the bar 
and drink corn liquor from an old fruit jar
That's what it's
have famous friends who like coke in their drugs
Dancing with me, Jerry Sandusky, and the Pope in the club
Jerry's trying to get a tug but it isn't
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
put a penny in the jar
Coz I swear he's rare as seeing henny in yah mini bar
Face at the cinema
Like Andy Garcia
But compared to Jimmy, Andy’s so
Yeah, trying to figure out the difference
But I think I think the lines are starting to get blurry

I'm in a strange place
I feel like Mase when 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
you smoke chronic by the jars
Your platinum teeth diamond, your platinum piece diamond
You on them streets rhymin, you makin g's timin
You slap a bitch
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
Yeah, trying to figure out the difference
But I think I think the lines are starting to get blurry

I'm in a strange place
I feel like Mase when he