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Texty: Lynyrd Skynyrd. Poison Whisky.

Daddy was a Cajun [Incomprehensible], raised on Southern land
That so my kinfolks tell me, was a street-fightin' man
Well, they rushed him down to see the doctor
Well, the doctor, just check his head?

The only thing that was wrong with him
Was Johnny Walker's Red
He drank ole poison whiskey
And it killed him dead, ah yeah

Happened back in the bayou, babe, many years ago
Satan came to take him and many, did it real slow
Well, they rushed him back to see the doctor
Well, the doctor just shook his head

Twenty years of rotgut whiskey
Done killed this poor man dead
He drank ole poison whiskey
'Til it killed him dead

[Incomprehensible]
Poison whiskey

Take a tip from me, people, brothers, can't you see
Ain't no future in ole poison whiskey?
They're gonna rush you down to see the doctor
Well, the doctor's gonna shake your head?

The only thing he's gonna tell ya, babe is
Stop drinkin' Johnny Walker's Red
Don't drink poison whiskey
Don't you drink it, boy?

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