Monongahela Rye Lyrics

Well I came to this country with nothing to my name

Except a copper still and a satchel of grain

And I made my own way boys

Till that old devil Neville tried to take it all away

Turning water into whiskey like an Appalachian Christ

Sipping on Monongahela Rye

When the tax man comes to try to steal him some

I'll swear all I have is mine

Fists was thrown, we burned a man's home

And we was justified

It matched the fire in our bellies from that old fashioned rye

And now I face the gallows pole

If you want to quell this rebellion you'd better let me go

Turning water into whiskey like an Appalachian Christ

Sipping on Monongahela Rye

When the tax man comes to try to steal him some

I'll swear all I have is mine

Well the water here is poison

But rye whiskey is mighty bold

We didn't fight no revolution

Just to turn around and do as were told

Turning water into whiskey like an Appalachian Christ

Sipping on Monongahela Rye

When the tax man comes to try to steal him some

I'll swear all I have is mine