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(to the tune of “American Pie”)

[Verse 1]

A long, long time ago, I can still remember

How that whiskey used to warm my soul.

But tariffs came, the price got high,

And now my glass is running dry—

I knew that we’d be losing it too soon.

[Verse 2]

So bye-bye to Kentucky supply,

Now I’m sipping maple bourbon with a tear in my eye.

Them good old boys used to drink it with pride,

Now it’s taxed up and stacked up so high.

[Verse 3]

Well, I went down to my old saloon,

The bartender sang a lonesome tune,

He said, “Son, Jack and Jim are hard to find.”

So I turned to rye from Montreal,

But it just don’t have that kick at all—

Another drink, another dream left behind.

(Chorus repeats…)