Whiskey Jars by Wrinkle Neck Mules Lyrics

[Verse]
He had a haircut like Martin Van Buren
Sideburns way down his chin
He wore a smoking jacket like Hugh Hefner always did
And in the throws of winter when everything is slow
Warm whiskey at 14 below, he traded in that snow for Mexico

[Chorus]
Turntable turning, no sound
Breakfast burning southbound
Take out the whiskey and pass the jars around

[Verse]
And from the rooftops the hollers came
40 pesos for a friendly game
Unbroken horses and women just as tame

[Chorus]
Turntable turning, no sound
Breakfast burning southbound
Take out the whiskey and pass the jars around
[Chorus]
Turntable turning, no sound
Breakfast burning southbound
Take out the whiskey and pass the jars around