Bad whiskey killed young Tom Greene Bad whiskey from the still From out behind the chicken shack Just atop the hill His friends were coming over Like they would to quench their thirst Before any of 'em showed up Tom thought he'd taste some first Tom Greene, he was well liked Even by the law Oh sure, he had his run ins But no real character flaws The sheriff kept the keys To the lockup on the table Where a sober man could reach 'em Just as soon as he was able Bad whiskey killed young Tom Greene He cooked the stuff himself He'd gotten into bottling it For everybody else They don't know what got into it Or how long it took to die His thirsty friends, they found him When they came for their supply Tom Greene's whiskey Put a good shine on the moon They kept some underneath the counter In all the reputable saloons Some nights there'll be a light on In Tom Greene's old little shack Smoke comes from the chimney The snow won't have any tracks There's been no investigation The sheriff, he won't step inside They say the man went sober The day young Tom Greene died Bad whiskey killed young Tom Greene Though his was usually good People'd come from miles around To get some if they could But ever since Tom left us Most folks have dumped their stash The odd bottle that might turn up Will still fetch a bunch of cash Tom Green's whiskey Put a good shine on the moon They kept some underneath the counter In all the reputable saloons
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