Poison Whiskey
Daddy was a cajun, baby, raised on southern land
And so my kinfolks tell me, was a street-fightin' man.
Well, they rushed him down to see the doctor
"Hey doctor, won't you check his head?"
The only thing that was wrong with him
Was johnny walker's red
He drank ole poison whiskey
'Til it killed him dead.
It happened back in the bayou, baby, many years ago
Satan came to take him and he did it real slow
Well, they rushed him back to see the doctor
The doctor just shook his head,
"Twenty years of rotgut whiskey
Done killed this poor man dead."
He drank ole poison whiskey
'Til it killed him dead.
Take a tip from me, people... Brothers can't you see
Ain't no future in ole poison whiskey.
They're gonna rush you down to see the doctor,
The doctor's gonna shake your head.
The only thing he's gonna tell ya
"Stop drinkin' johnny walker's red
Don't drink poison whiskey, don't you drink it boy.
Whisky Venenoso
Papá era un cajún, nena, criado en tierras sureñas
Y así me dicen mis parientes, era un hombre peleador de calles.
Lo llevaron corriendo a ver al doctor
'Hey doctor, ¿no le revisa la cabeza?'
Lo único malo que tenía
Era el rojo de Johnny Walker
Tomó viejo whisky venenoso
Hasta que lo mató.
Sucedió en el bayou, nena, hace muchos años
Satanás vino a llevárselo y lo hizo lentamente.
Lo llevaron corriendo de vuelta al doctor
El doctor solo sacudió la cabeza,
'Veinte años de whisky barato
Mató a este pobre hombre.'
Tomó viejo whisky venenoso
Hasta que lo mató.
Tomen un consejo de mí, gente... Hermanos, ¿no lo ven?
No hay futuro en el viejo whisky venenoso.
Te llevarán corriendo a ver al doctor,
El doctor sacudirá la cabeza.
Lo único que te dirá
'Para de beber el rojo de Johnny Walker
No tomes whisky venenoso, no lo hagas chico.'
Escrita por: Ed King / Ronnie Van Zant