From the album My September

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Written by Joanne Stacey

Lyrics

HE LOVES HER STILL

SHE’S JUST A POOR WHISKEY MAKER, BUT HE LOVES HER STILL

WAY UP IN THEM YELLOW PINE
THERE LIVED A GAL NAMED CLEMENTINE
AND HE WENT CALLIN’ EVERY DAY
BEFORE TOO LONG THEY WERE A PAIR
WEDDING BELLS RANG THROUGH THE AIR
BY HER SIDE HE PLEDGED TO STAY

SHE DIDN’T HAVE NO SHOES TO WEAR
COULDN’T CHARM A GRIZZLY BEAR
BUT HE NEVER SEEMED TO MIND
SHE WAS THE APPLE OF HIS EYE
HE WAS HER SWEET SUGAR PIE
DARN GOOD THING THAT LOVE IS BLIND

SHE’S JUST A POOR WHISKEY MAKER, BUT HE LOVES HER STILL

SHE BREWED THE FINEST IN THE LAND
TRIPLE MALTED CONTRABAND
PUT IT IN A MASON JAR
PEOPLE CAME FROM FAR AND NEAR
SOON THE TRUTH WAS ALL TOO CLEAR
SHE WAS GONNA TAKE HIM FAR

SHE’S JUST A POOR WHISKEY MAKER, BUT HE LOVES HER STILL

HER BOURBON WHISKEY RECIPE
SHE STARTED FROM NECESSITY
FILLED HIS EVERY WAKING DREAM
THIS STORY AIN’T NO MYSTERY
CLEMENTINE MADE HISTORY
WITH HER HUSBAND JACOB BEAM

SHE’S JUST A POOR WHISKEY MAKER, BUT HE LOVES HER STILL
SHE’S JUST A POOR WHISKEY MAKER, BUT HE LOVES HER STILL