Let dreamers whine
Of the pleasures of wine
For lovers of soft delight
But this is the song
Of a tipple that’s strong
For men who must toil and fight.
Now the drink of luck
For the man full of pluck
Is easy to nominate
It’s the good old whiskey of old Kentuck
And you always drink it straightBy this time next week I will be rid of the wealthy New Yorkers I normally serve and staying with the world's greatest family in Kentucky.