For Whiskey - 1916

Woah!

Ohhohhh!

Woah!

Ohhohhh!

Woah!

Ohhohhh!

Woah!

Ohhohhh!

It’s all hands on deck

And we’re sailing away into tomorrow

It’s all hands on deck

With the seas & the wind

And we’ll have our whiskey

And now we’re on our way

Setting sail for Amerikay

For whiskey, we’re on our way

Woah!

Ohhohhh!

Woah!

Ohhohhh!

Woah!

Ohhohhh!

Woah!

Ohhohhh!

We’re on the highest seas

With a hull of whiskey that we’re hauling

Take care as our sails rage in the tempest, ghosts in the wind now

And now we’re on our way

There’s no redemption, no regrets

For whiskey, we’re on our way

Woah!

Ohhohhh!

Woah!

Ohhohhh!

Woah!

Ohhohhh!

Woah!

Ohhohhh!

It’s row, ye bastards row

We can see the beach and the pickup harbor

It’s go, ye bastards go

To the speakeasies with your whiskey cargo

And now we’re heading back

For the smuggling life we’re living now

It’s whiskey we’re going our way!

Woah!

Ohhohhh!

Woah!

Ohhohhh!

Woah!

Ohhohhh!

Woah!

Ohhohhh!