Lyrics

Whiskey Woods – Poor Dick Watson
written by Kirk Lewis Green (© 2/2026)
green_kirk@yahoo.com (972) 523-6696 kirklewisgreen.com

Intro
Don’t get caught in the Whiskey Woods, all alone, in the middle of the night.
Everybody knows what goes on out there, when the moon shines down so bright.

Poor Dick Watson, I'm taking you to jail
There's laws against running that Shine
Now deputy, you’re wrong, my friend is the sheriff
I ain’t gonna do no hard time

Special Agent Dick Watson, you’re goin under cover
Bootlegging, in Glen Rose is through
You point em out and we’ll bust em up
Texas Rangers are looking after you

Dammit Dick Watson, now you gone and done it
You walked up on my whiskey making still
And now it’s time to choose, you better think hard
Make the wrong choice, you’re gonna get killed

Raise your hand Dick Watson, and swear to tell the truth
You know no better witness could be found
We’re counting on you, tell us their names
No need to fear in this tiny little town

Poor Dick Watson, you can step down
This testimony's probably your last ….
Later that night, in a “safe” location
Through the window, came a shotgun blast

Outro
Don’t get caught in the Whiskey Woods, all alone, in the middle of the night.
Everybody knows what goes on out there, when the moon shines down so bright.