Barrels of Whiskey

As I stepped out me house I saw this man named Clyde He took me by the hand saying, "I'll take you for a ride" I said, "I cannot go there, there are things to get done" He said, "Boy you must, 'cause I ain't got a son" There's a little secret no one should know Deep into the forest we both gotta go I show you the way I earn my daily bread But dare not to reveal it or you're gonna lose your head I make barrels of whiskey, it ain't no champagne It's served in our brothels to keep away the pain What I share with you my lad Is the biggest secret I've ever had I make barrels of whiskey, it ain't no champagne It's served in our brothels to keep away the pain See the soldiers at war, on the battlefield They've got more than a gun, my whiskey is their shield Look at the crippled and wounded down the street A passport to hell and a bottle to their feet You don't leave a child or a sweetheart behind This is our secret vow, so boy don't be blind I make barrels of whiskey, it ain't no champagne It's served in our brothels to keep away the pain What I share with you, my lad Is the biggest secret I've ever had I make barrels of whiskey, it ain't no champagne It's served in our brothels to keep away the pain What I share with you my lad What I share with you I make barrels of whiskey, it ain't no champagne It's served in our brothels to keep away the pain What I share with you my lad Is the biggest secret I've ever had I make barrels of whiskey, it ain't no champagne It's served in our brothels to keep away the pain