You won’t find it behind any downtown bar
It only comes in a clean mason mason jar
Cool and clear and deceptively strong
Toss the lid to the side, you can’t go wrong
Take a swig and pass it around
Especially if somebody has sorrows to drown
That jar will pass from hand to hand
Tilted back until nobody can stand
That sweet elixir will conjure the best stories
From only the most lewd and off color categories
When the jar is emptied just put it aside
Open a new one and swallow your pride
A jar of good times is never in short supply
It’s the only safe way for a Southern man to get high
When you open your eyes in the morning after going all in
You’ll feel just good enough to get started again
So full of atmosphere and experience (?) – this is a ritual as old as the hills; love it!