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Drink that rot gut, drink that rot gut, Drink that red eye, boysj It don't make a damn wherever we land, We hit her up for joy.
We've lived in the saddle and ridden trail,
Drink old Jordan, boys,
We'll go whooping and yelling, we'll all go a-helling}
Drink her to our joy.
Whoop-ee! drink that rot gut, drink that red nose,
Whenever you get to townj
Drink it straight and swig it mighty,
Till the world goes round ancl round!
* From Cowboy Songs (Macmillan Company).