(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…)

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