Whiskey on a Sunday (The Puppet Song) The Irish Rovers

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[Chorus]
Come day go day
I wish in my heart it was Sunday
Drinkin' buttermilk through the week
And whiskey on a Sunday

[Verse 1]
He sits on the corner by an old beggar's bush
Atop of an old packing crate
He's got three wooden dolls who can dance and can sing
And he sits with a smile on his face

[Chorus]
Come day go day
I wish in my heart it was Sunday
Drinkin' buttermilk through the week
And whiskey on a Sunday

[Verse 2]
His tired old hands tug away on the strings
And the puppets, they dance up and down
It's a far better show than you ever will see
In the fanciest theatre in town

[Chorus]
Come day go day
I wish in my heart it was Sunday
Drinkin' buttermilk through the week
And whiskey on a Sunday