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Old Whiskey

Story ID:6615
Written by:bobby o'neill mitchum (bio, contact, other stories)
Story type:Poem
Location:Phenix City Alabama U.S.A.
Year:2010
Person:Self
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An Old Man He stopped Me
on the streets of My Town
He was an old Bum
on His luck He was down.

He said that at one time
He'd been a Man of some means
but He had followed Old Whiskey
to the bottom it seems.

He said for dime
He would tell me a tale
of how lust for Old Whiskey
had led Him through hell.

Then He sang Me a song
both sweet and so sad
of how the love of Old Whiskey
had turned His life bad.

Old Whiskey,Old Whiskey
I love You it's true,
but God how I wish that
I had never met you.

Now I've followed Old Whiskey
for most of My life,
and He's given Me nothing
but trouble and strife.

Oh Young Man,Oh Young Man
please hear my sad song,
if You follow Old Whiskey
You'll end up alone.

For He took all My money
My Wife and My home,
and left Me to beg here
like a Dog for a bone.

Old Whiskey,Old Whiskey
I love You it's true,
but God how I wish that
I had never met You.

For I once had some money
a good Wife and a home,
but now I'm a Beggar
on the streets all alone.

With no one to love Me
and no one to care,
and it was nothing but whiskey
that put me Me right there.

Old Whiskey,Old Whiskey
I love You it's true,
but God how I wish that
I had never met You.

Old Whiskey,Old Whisky
with My dieing breath,
I'll ask for a drink
to share with grim death.

Old Whiskey,Old Whiskey
I've no one to blame,
but dieing I'll curse You
for ruining My Name.