Aspies For Freedom

Like Kristofferson said--"It sounds like country 'cuz that's what it is. It's a country song."

Barley and corn.
Barley and corn.
Barley and corn make bourbon, son.
Barley and corn.
Barley and corn.
Barley and corn make bourbon.

It's a hard, cold world to live in, boy,
And nobody gives you a thing.
Everything that you get you're gonna work for,
And you'll end up with less than you bring.

In the end it won't matter how good you were,
And nothing you do will last,
But I'll tell you something to help you through
And make the pain go by fast.

Barley and corn.
Barley and corn.
Barley and corn make bourbon, son.
Barley and corn.
Barley and corn.
Barley and corn make bourbon.

Now you'll find somebody to hold you close,
Maybe for more than a night.
But I guarantee that a lot of the time
You'll wonder if it's worth all the fight.

She'll tell you everything that you're doin' wrong,
And she'll let you know every sin,
But there's a comfort, son, for every man,
And it works, no matter where he's been.

Barley and corn.
Barley and corn.
Barley and corn make bourbon, son.
Barley and corn.
Barley and corn.
Barley and corn make bourbon.

Now I've given you the wisdom that I have to give,
And I know it won't be worth a cent,
And I know we both hate that it can't be more,
I just hope you won't go where I went.

But if you find yourself walking in my tracks,
Remember just one thing I say.
The good Lord gave men a single comfort,
And it works for him all night and day.

Barley and corn.
Barley and corn.
Barley and corn make bourbon, son.
Barley and corn.
Barley and corn.
Barley and corn make bourbon.

Barley and corn.
Barley and corn.
Barley and corn make bourbon, son.
Barley and corn.
Barley and corn.
Barley and corn make bourbon.

Cool.