Average Joey - Monongahela Rye Lyrics

Well I came to this country with nothing to my name
Except a copper still and a satchel of grain
And I made my own way boys
Till that old devil Neville tried to take it all away

Turning water into whiskey like an Appalachian Christ
Sipping on Monongahela Rye
When the tax man comes to try to steal him some
I'll swear all I have is mine

Fists was thrown, we burned a man's home
And we was justified
It matched the fire in our bellies from that old fashioned rye
And now I face the gallows pole
If you want to quell this rebellion you'd better let me go

Turning water into whiskey like an Appalachian Christ
Sipping on Monongahela Rye
When the tax man comes to try to steal him some
I'll swear all I have is mine

Well the water here is poison
But rye whiskey is mighty bold
We didn't fight no revolution
Just to turn around and do as were told

Turning water into whiskey like an Appalachian Christ
Sipping on Monongahela Rye
When the tax man comes to try to steal him some
I'll swear all I have is mine