I was sitting by my open bedroom window, a nice rye whiskey in hand, game on, WNFF on my lap, then the squeeling tires, the tree, the scared 16 year olds, the betrayed and worried parents, the ambulances, the cops, the wrecker, the totaled Camry.
Back now.
It's a whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If I don't get rye whiskey, well, I think I will die
Tex Ritter