Chapter 104
The Drinking Song, collected by John Lomax and read for LibriVox.org by Kurt from Tucson, Arizona. Drink that rotgut, drink that rotgut, drink that red-eye boys. It don't make a dam wherever we land, we hit her up for joy. We've lived in the saddle and ridden trail, drink old Jordan boys. We'll go whooping and yelling, we'll all go a-helling.
Drink her to our joy Whoopee! Drink that ratka Drink that red nose Whenever you get to town
Drink it straight And swig it mighty Till the world goes round and round End of poem This recording is in the public domain
