Add to ORKGvoiceCollected by Max Hunter (H-12) For Mary C. Parler Transcribed by Frances Majors Sung by May Kennedy McCord Springfield, Missouri September 23, 1958 Reel 257-58, Item 7 Clinch Mountain Way out on Clinch Mountain And a long way from home; As drunk as old Satan And alone, all alone. Oh, I'll eat when I'm hungry, And I'll drink when I'm dry; If the limb don't fall on me, I'll live till I die. Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, I know you of old; You rob my poor pockets Of silver and gold. Jack o' Diamonds, Jack o' Diamonds, You're no friend of mine; You killed my poor pappy, And you trouble my mind. Oh, I'll tune up my fiddle, And I'll rosin up my bow; And I'll make myself welcome Wherever I go. Oh, my Mary don't love me, And she won't tell me why;...