All day, all night you feel as if the earth could fly.
Three more all for fine Indian gin and whisky dry,
fine Indian gin and whiskey dry.
Small town, closed down,
there's nowhere else around to try.
Disturbingly a voice would cry:
'Go home, no loan.
You'll have you gin and whisky dry,
you'll have your gin and whisky 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 whisky dry,
to Indian gin and whisky dry....
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