We've been drinking cat-gut whiskey, my friend,
In this dim-lit bar, where the stories blend.
A smoky haze and the clink of glass,
As we raise a toast to the moments that pass.

With tales of old and laughter so true,
The night wears on with a golden hue.
Cat-gut whiskey warms our souls so tight,
In the company of friends, through the night.

As the hours slip by in a whiskey haze,
We find solace in these familiar ways.
In the bond of friendship, strong and risky,
We've been drinking cat-gut whiskey.