All day, all night you feel as if the earth could fly
Three more all for fine Indian Gin and whiskey dry
Fine Indian Gin and whiskey dry
Small town, closed downthere's nowhere else around to try
Disturbingly a voice would cry
«Go home, no loan, You'll have your gin and whiskey dry
You'll have your gin and whiskey dry»
Four ten, four men lining up for their handy brandy
All's gone, you're none, came the bartender's reply
But I've tried and I'm tied to Indian Gin and whiskey dry
To Indian Gin and whiskey dry
To Indian Gin and whiskey dry
To Indian Gin and whiskey dry
To Indian Gin and whiskey dry