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Born in a cloud of dust
Broke the best of us
Sweatin' poverty
A desperate time
Then they took our drink away
How we supposed to live that way
Nothing takes away the pain
Like Templeton Rye
So let the barn burn
Let the band play
And everything will be okay
When your mouth gets dry
Fill my cup
With Templeton Rye
A bag of sugar and a bushel of grain
Everyone is prayin' for rain
Revenuers pour it down the drain
We start from scratch
Thirty feet of a copper pipe
Hundred gallons cookin' overnight
Make sure it tastes just right
Start another batch
Let the barn burn
Let the lovers dance
State Fair romance
When your mouth gets dry
Fill my cup
With Templeton Rye
So we make it on our own
In the basement of our home
Sell a little bit to Al Capone
He has a mean, mean thirst
Take the rest to the River House Bar
Out in back of the Heater Farm
Pretty girl walkin' on my arm
Guided by the moonlight
So let the barn burn
Let the band play
And everything will be okay
When your mouth gets dry
Fill my cup
With Templeton Rye
Written by: Jason A. Walsmith, Michael D. Butterworth
