Lyrics:

Jack o Diamonds, Jack o Diamonds and I know you of old
Youve robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold
Its a whiskey, you villain, youve been my downfall
Youve kicked me, youve cuffed me, but I love you for all

Its a whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If I dont get rye whiskey, well, I think I will die

Ill eat when Im hungry, Ill drink when Im dry
If the hard times dont kill me, Ill lay down and die
Ill tune up my fiddle and I ll rosin my bow
Ill make myself welcome, wherever I go

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If a tree dont fall on me, Ill live till I die

Beefsteak when Im hungry red liquor when Im dry
Greenbacks when Im hard up and religion when I die
They say I drink whiskey, my moneys my own
All them that dont like me, can leave me alone

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If a tree dont fall on me, Ill live till I die

Sometimes I drink whiskey, sometimes I drink rum
Sometimes I drink brandy, at other times none
But if I get boozey, my whiskeys my own
And them that dont like me, can leave me alone

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If a tree dont fall on me, Ill live till I die

If the ocean was whiskey and I was a duck
Id dive to the bottom to get one sweet suck
But the ocean aint whiskey and I aint a duck
So well round up the cattle and then well get drunk

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If the whiskey dont kill me, Ill live till I die

My foots in my stirrup, my bridles in my hand
Im leaving sweet Lillie, the fairest in the land
Her parents dont like me, they say Im too poor
They say Im unworthy to enter her door

Its a whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If I dont get rye whiskey, well, I think I will die

Sweet milk when Im hungry, rye whiskey when Im dry
If a tree dont fall on me, Ill live till I die
Ill buy my own whiskey, Ill make my own stew
If I get drunk, madam, its nothing to you

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If a tree dont fall on me, Ill live till I die

Ill drink my own whiskey, Ill drink my own wine
Some ten thousand bottles Ive killed in my time
Ive no wife to quarrel, no babies to bawl
The best way of living is no wife at all

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If a tree dont fall on me, Ill live till I die

Way up on Clinch Mountain I wander alone
Im as drunk as the devil, oh, let me alone
You may boast of your knowledge an brag of your sense
Twill all be forgotten a hundred years hence

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, youre no friend to me
You killed my poor daddy, God damn you, try me