Clinch Mountain

Cat. #0244 (MFH #91) - As sung by May Kennedy McCord, Springfield, Missouri on September 23, 1958

VERSE 1
Way out on clinch mountain
And a long way from home
As drunk as ole satan
And alone, all alone
O, I'll eat when I'm hungry
An' I'll drink when I'm dry
If th limb don't fall on me
I'll live till I die

VERSE 2
O, rye whiskey, rye whiskey
I know you of old
You robbed my poor pockets
Of silver and gold
Jack O'Diamonds, Jack O'Diamonds
Your no friend of mine
You kill my poor Pappy
An' you trouble my mind
O, I'll tune up my fiddle
And I'll rosin my bow
An' I'll make myself welcome
Wherever I go

VERSE 3
O, my Mary don't love me
An' she won't tell me why
So, I'll jine Price's army
An' I'll fight till I die
O, rye whiskey, rye whiskey
Your no friend of mine
You killed my poor Pappy
And you trouble my mind
O, I'll tune up my fiddle
And I'll rosin my bow
An' I'll make myself welcome
Wherever I go

May Kennedy McCord sang this song and said, it was one of her favorites.