Whiskey Willy
He made whiskey, by the barrel, by the gallon, by the
jar
And he sold it, to the soldiers
In that awful civil war
To the rebels, to the Yankees
He sold whiskey north and south
From
And he said he didn’t know what that old war was all
about
Chorus:
Whiskey Willy, bring your wagon
Come and fill up my demi john
Whiskey Willy, bring your wagon
And we’ll keep right on a fightin’ ‘till the battle
has been won
Bobby Lee, was not a drinker
Grant said Willy, bring us whiskey
And we’ll pay the devil’s due
To the Union, to the
When the soldiers saw him comin
They would wave and they would holler
And he’d drive right through the line
Whiskey Willy, had a woman
Never was there one more true
She could drive his team and wagon
Helped him sell the whiskey too
Was a fine cook, makin’ sour mash
That’s what mountain women’s for
Every time she left the cabin
Willy said “you keep your pants on,
And remember this is war”
Chorus:
Whiskey Willy, bring your wagon
Come and fill up my demi john
Whiskey Willy, bring your wagon
And we’ll keep right on a fightin’
‘Till the battle has been won
When the smoke cleared
And they made peace
Re-construction was its name
All the Yankees celebrated
And the Rebels lived in shame
Whiskey Willy, never did know
Why they had that awful spat
But he kept on sellin’ whiskey
He said you’ve got to half drunk
To keep on killin’ folks like that