Chords for What A Waste Of Good Corn Liquor

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_ I [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _
have lost my blue-eyed darling, now [F] I sit with a broken [C]
heart,
By my cabin in the Carolina [G] hills. _
Oh, [C] I loved the shiner's daughter, loved her true with all my heart,
Till she fell into [G] her pappy's [C] liquor still.
Oh, what a _ waste of good corn [G] liquor, _ From the [C] still they come.
They've [G] pulled the plug.
[C] Now the revenuer's snicker [F] called, She melted [C] in the liquor,
And they had to [G] bury poor Lily [C] by the jug.
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_ _ _ _ Cousin Caleb on the juice harp [F] played a mighty [C] mournful tune,
Came folks up out their heads and gathered [G] round.
_ [C] Then I heard the parson sing, [F] Drink me only with [Am] thine _ eyes,
[C] As we watched him [G] pour poor Lily [C] in the ground.
Oh, what a waste [G] of good corn liquor, [C] _ From the still they've [G] pulled the plug.
[C] Now the revenuer's snicker [F] called, She melted [C] in the liquor,
And they had to [G] bury poor Lily [C] by the jug. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[C] _ _ _ _ _ Now I'm sitting in the twilight, [F] Near the weeping [C] willow tree,
The sun is slowly sinking [G] in the west, _ [C] And I'm clasped into my bosom a [F] little jug of [C] Lily May,
With broken [G] heart I'm a longing [C] for the rest.
[G] Oh, what a _ [C] waste of good corn liquor, _ From the still [G] they've pulled the plug.
[C] Now the revenuer's snicker [F] called, She melted [C] in the liquor,
And they had [G] to bury poor Lily [C] by the jug. _ _
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