Whiskey on a Sunday (The Puppet Song)

Lyrics

[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 [Verse 3] I'm sad to relate that Ould Sad Davie died In 1904 His three wooden dolls in the dustbin are laid Their songs will be heard nevermore [Chorus] Come day go day I wish in my heart it was Sunday Drinkin' buttermilk through the week And whiskey on a Sunday [Verse 4] Some dark stormy night should your passin' that way And the winds blowin' up from the sea You can still hear the voice of Ould Sad Davie As he sings to his dancin' dolls three [Chorus] Come day go day I wish in my heart it was Sunday Drinkin' buttermilk through the week And whiskey on a Sunday