Okfuskee Whiskey (Radio Edit) Video (MV)

Halfway between Deep Fork and the Buckeye Creek
Amongst the briar thickets and the blackjack trees
Papa lived there in a rusty tin roof shack
With a blacksmith's forge that poured out clouds of smoke out back
And when the markets crashed and the hard times came, the law looked the other way

And he made
Okfuskee Whiskey, Papa brewed from Oklahoma corn
Okfuskee Whiskey, yeah it burned like fire straight out of his forge
Okfuskee Whiskey

All the way from Boulder down to New Orleans
And every one horse, map dot town in between
He was hauling hundred proof out underneath the stars
Long before the interstates and Dale Earnhardt
Shipping shine in that Pontiac, with the jugs sloshing in back

Okfuskee Whiskey, Papa brewed from Oklahoma corn
Okfuskee Whiskey, yeah it burned like fire straight out of his forge
Okfuskee Whiskey

To this day over there on Shannon Hill
The revenuers never found my granddad's still
But I got into blacksmithing, fired up that forge
And there's a brick on a stump about a hundred yards south of the porch
So when midnight comes, leave a twenty and a five, when you come back you'll find

Okfuskee Whiskey, it's still brewed from Oklahoma corn
Okfuskee Whiskey, still burns like fire straight out of his forge
Okfuskee Whiskey
Okfuskee Whiskey