Whiskey From a Jar Posted by Jon Grinder on February 23, 2011 at 10:58pm Views: 119 0 Get Embed Code <object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/e/oIovKlTBw2M"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="false"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"></param><embed wmode="opaque" src="http://www.youtube.com/e/oIovKlTBw2M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="false"></embed> <param name="wmode" value="opaque"></param></object> Tags: death, whiskey I thought of the first line of this song, this morning, and decided to write it down so that I wouldn't forget it. As I did, I proceeded to write the rest ... You need to be a member of Cigar Box Nation to add comments! Join Cigar Box Nation Comments Uncle John February 25, 2011 at 8:08am I'm back the next day to hear this one again. Uncle John February 24, 2011 at 11:48am Good story and lyrics and the music fit it. Good jo.b dogfinger steve February 24, 2011 at 5:51am great song jon, thanks for puttin it out:0) Jon Pruett February 24, 2011 at 12:24am Excellent! mike hardwick February 23, 2011 at 11:36pm powerful song!!!! i enjoyed it very much Jon Grinder February 23, 2011 at 11:21pm Here are the words, if you want to follow along: My dadd's daddy ran moonshine Back in Tennessee Half a dozen stills at any given time Hidden up and down the creek People back home didn't think much of us You know how people are Preached against the sinners on Sunday morning Then drank their whiskey from a jar Daddy got a job and he moved away Raised my sister and me Moved us around from town to town But he never really left the creek Daddy started preaching in his later years Man that was something to see Preached against the sinners on Sunday morning The Reverend Bobby G The people in the church thought the world of him You know how people are He preached against the sinners like me Who drink our whiskey from a jar I lost my daddy in the summer Didn't get to say goodbye Lowered him down in the cold cold ground So sad I couldn't cry Sometimes I think he didn't care much for me You know how people are I think that he was disappointed That I drink my whiskey from a jar Drink my whiskey from a jar This reply was deleted. E-mail me when people leave their comments – Follow Popular Videos Knotlenny's 3-String CBG 101 A Cigar Box Guitar Builder's Guide to Stringing and Tuning 3 string "Strumstick" style Cigar Box Guitar Cigar Box guitar kit easy to assemble Cigar Box Guitar Tuning The Mojo Bag Episode 1
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powerful song!!!!
i enjoyed it very much
Here are the words, if you want to follow along:
My dadd's daddy ran moonshine
Back in Tennessee
Half a dozen stills at any given time
Hidden up and down the creek
People back home didn't think much of us
You know how people are
Preached against the sinners on Sunday morning
Then drank their whiskey from a jar
Daddy got a job and he moved away
Raised my sister and me
Moved us around from town to town
But he never really left the creek
Daddy started preaching in his later years
Man that was something to see
Preached against the sinners on Sunday morning
The Reverend Bobby G
The people in the church thought the world of him
You know how people are
He preached against the sinners like me
Who drink our whiskey from a jar
I lost my daddy in the summer
Didn't get to say goodbye
Lowered him down in the cold cold ground
So sad I couldn't cry
Sometimes I think he didn't care much for me
You know how people are
I think that he was disappointed
That I drink my whiskey from a jar
Drink my whiskey from a jar