Well I'm just a poor wrangler
Make a dollar a day
Drivin' herd down to Kansas
Where I lose all my pay

Grew up on corn whiskey
It's all that I'd had
It killed my grandpappy
And ruined my poor dad

Corn whiskey, corn whiskey
Corn whiskey, I cry
Hear me cry
If I don't get corn whiskey, I surely will die

There's only three things in this world that I own
My saddle, my Stetson, my blueberry roan
Well I pick up my ten-spot in Prescott, I know
If I don't bust my leg in the old rodeo

Corn whiskey, corn whiskey
Corn whiskey, I cry
Hear me cry
If I don't get corn whiskey, I surely will die

Well I once had a sweetheart who swore she'd be true
But went off and left me like all sweethearts do
Found her a gambler with a top hat and cane
And a red velvet vest and a gold watch and chain
Corn whiskey, corn whiskey
Corn whiskey, I cry
(Oh, hear me cry!)
If I don't get corn whiskey, I surely will die

When I ramble and I gamble I end up so poor
It's back to corn whiskey as sure as before
I'm just a poor wrangler and wrangler I'll stay
If I get my corn whiskey I don't need no pay

Corn whiskey, corn whiskey
Corn whiskey, I cry
Hear me cry
If I don't get corn whiskey, I surely will die
Just a jug of corn whiskey I cry!