Well I'm crutching to the next whiskey bar.
When I get there set my poles down say, "Bucket of Old Style please
          and a-whiskey."
Duke's her name and by seven it will be the only thing that matters.
I'm having me a happy hour, then an elated hour.
Then I'm going wherever my bleary eyes take me, crutching along and Jim
         on the song.
Well I'm headed to the next whiskey bar, if I don't get there then I won't get
         too far.
Yeah I am going to the next       whiskey bar.