it was late one night, I pulled off
to the side of the road
in my dreams, I wandered
off in the woods
walked up this lonesome hillside
where a quarry had been
past an old graveyard
and an old stone kiln
I saw a rustic cottage
an old man lived there
high up on this mountain
with no one else around
so how we got to talking
I sat with him and drank
we told each other stories
I sung a song I'd learned
whiskey, oh whiskey
has made a retch of me
but oh, the harm
whatever I have done
I done it all for you
whiskey, oh whiskey
it was then he told a story
how the devil had gone
retired to the country
where no one was around
it seemed that the evils
of men had surpassed
any expectations
the devil ever had
the bottle, it was empty
it wasn't worth a d***
I started down this mountain
where no one was around
to the side of the road
in my dreams, I wandered
off in the woods
walked up this lonesome hillside
where a quarry had been
past an old graveyard
and an old stone kiln
I saw a rustic cottage
an old man lived there
high up on this mountain
with no one else around
so how we got to talking
I sat with him and drank
we told each other stories
I sung a song I'd learned
whiskey, oh whiskey
has made a retch of me
but oh, the harm
whatever I have done
I done it all for you
whiskey, oh whiskey
it was then he told a story
how the devil had gone
retired to the country
where no one was around
it seemed that the evils
of men had surpassed
any expectations
the devil ever had
the bottle, it was empty
it wasn't worth a d***
I started down this mountain
where no one was around