There's a house down in that holler
That once was quite the place
For coal miners on soirée
With quite impeccable taste
Gimme
One more whiskey for the road
Got springs in the floor up there
Just to help you dance
Mind your farmers daughters
We won't keep it in our pants
Gimme
One more whiskey for the road
One more whiskey for the rogue
Wagons come from Clinton
Down to dough boy's tiny line
Through Chippewa territory
To meet all us old swine
Gimme
One more whiskey for the road
One more whiskey for the rogue
It led down through that holler
Past the mill and the grave
We'll take what you be carrying
And don't try to be brave
Cause a miner's gotta eat
And a miner's gotta breathe
Your cash and stock is what I've got
To give me my reprieve
Gimme
One more whiskey for the road
One more whiskey for the road
One more whiskey for the road
One more whiskey for the rogue
One more whiskey for the road
One more whiskey for the road
One more whiskey for the rogue
