| Wikipedia’s Lamest Edit Wars Oh the words that he spoke Seemed the wisest of philosophies There’s nothing ever gained By a wet thing called a tear When the world is too dark And I need the light inside of me I’ll walk into a bar And drink fifteen pints of beer I am going, I am going Any which way the wind may be blowing I am going, I am going Where streams of whiskey are flowing |
| This Founder Is Helping Essential Workers and Black Business Owners–and Making Inspired Whiskey Well, in North Carolina, way back in the hills Me and my old pappy had a hand in a still We brewed white lightnin’ ’til the sun went down Then he’d fill him a jug and he’d pass it around Mighty, mighty pleasin’, pappy’s corn squeezin’ White lightnin’ |
| The Problem With Underestimating How Much People Want to Be Together Now some men like a fishin’ But some men like the fowlin’ Some men like to hear, To hear the cannonball roarin’ Me, I like sleepin’, ‘Specially in my Molly’s chamber But here I am in prison, Here I am with a ball and chain, yeah Musha rain dum a doo, dum a da, heh, heh Whack for my daddy, oh Whack for my daddy, oh There’s whiskey in the jar, oh, yeah Whiskey in the jar, oh |
| Where Google is placing its bets in 2021 I’ve been a moonshiner For seventeen long years I’ve spent all my money On whiskey and beer I go to some hollow And sit at my still And if whiskey don’t kill me Then I don’t know what will |
| The Skeletons at the Lake And everybody wants to be special here They call your name out loud and clear Here comes a regular Call out your name Here comes a regular Am I the only one here today? |