Born in a cloud of dust
It broke the best of us
Sweating poverty
A desperate time

Then they took our drink away
How are we supposed to live that way
Nothing takes away the pain
Like Templeton Rye

Chorus:
So let the barn burn
Let the band play
Everything will be OK
When your mouth gets dry
Fill my cup with Templeton Rye

Bag of sugar and a bushel of grain
Everyone is praying for rain
Revenuers pour it down the drain
Start from scratch

Thirty feet of a copper pipe
One hundred gallons cooking overnight
Make sure it tastes just right
And start another batch

So we make it on our own
In the basement of our home
Sell a little bit to Al Capone
He's got a mean mean thirst

Take the rest to the River House Barn
Out in back of the heater farm
A pretty girl walking on my arm
Guided by the moonlight


Lyrics submitted by jzummak

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