the town i come from s mostly sky even though the county s dry that didn t stop the stream nearby from giving us a daughter she was born in a barrel of american oak she s made of sugar maple and charcoal smoke she just goes to show your folks what god can do with water when i go below the gloomy ground you better buy the room a round let her weep and lift a glass of bittersweet sour mash once when i was going through those same old famous same old blues tired of either crying to you or cussin up a quarrelin yes i slipped and sipped astray only took one taste to see the way back to tennessee to stay tennessee my darlin and when i go below the gloomy ground you better buy the room a round let her weep and lift a glass of bittersweet sour mash now i don t want no beaujolais sake cider chardonnay keep tequila far away you know what i m cravin ain t champagne all fine and chilled it s not all rot gut shine and swill you ask me life s a cask of bittersweet sour mash and when i go below the gloomy ground you better buy the room a round let her weep and lift a glass of bittersweet sour mash