No more Southern comfort, no bourbon’s burn,
For policies passed where the people weren’t heard.
From Kentucky’s hills to the liquor store shelves,
The backlash rings loud, a story it tells.
Canada rises, its provinces stand,
Boycotting the spirits from Republican lands.
Jack Daniel’s sales sank, the numbers untold,
And Woodford Reserve's future, left out in the cold.
He spoke of "threats," a trade war's new front,
With tariffs imposed to bear the blunt.
On fentanyl smuggling, the blame was all cast,
A twenty-five percent tax, a die quickly cast.
On March the fourth, the tariffs took hold,
A story of trade wars, ancient and old.
But the facts show it's less than one percent's flow,
Through Canadian borders, that caused this low blow.
Oh, the border is tense, and the trade lines are drawn,
A new kind of protest, from twilight till dawn.
Not a shot glass is raised for the U.S. of A.,
Till the tariffs are gone and the leaders give way.
From the Rockies to the Maritimes, a message so clear,
Your whiskey, your policies, are not welcome here.
Ontario acted, B.C. did the same,
Manitoba, Nova Scotia, all joined in the game.
The LCBO empty, a billion in sales,
Now stockpiled in warehouses, the full story prevails.
Southern Comfort sits aging, not bought by a soul,
For the sake of a principle, we’re taking a toll.
The message is simple, as strong as the rye,
Stop hurting our nation, and don't tell a lie.
Nearly ten months gone, since tariffs took hold,
A billion-dollar hole in red states, deep and cold.
Kentucky bourbon lands, Tennessee's cornfields cry,
Republican heartlands where the whiskey dreams die.
Distillers can't sell, farmers' grain sits unsold,
One massive gash carved right through the gold.
Your trade war's bite hits your own backyard hard
Oh, the border is tense, and the trade lines are drawn,
A new kind of protest, from twilight till dawn.
Not a shot glass is raised for the U.S. of A.,
Till the tariffs are gone and the leaders give way.
From the Rockies to the Maritimes, a message so clear,
Your whiskey, your policies, are not welcome here.
The distillers they suffer, in Tennessee's fields,
Kentucky is reeling, their government yields.
A sixty-two percent drop in spirits they found,
A "devastating effect" all around.
They said it’s not us, it's the politics that bite,
But the ballot they cast brought the trade war and blight.
The irony sharp as the ethanol burn,
A lesson in sovereignty, we all have to learn.
Oh, the border is tense, and the trade lines are drawn,
A new kind of protest, from twilight till dawn.
Not a shot glass is raised for the U.S. of A.,
Till the tariffs are gone and the leaders give way.
From the Rockies to the Maritimes, a message so clear,
Your whiskey, your policies, are not welcome here.
No more Southern comfort, the shelves are all bare.
The silence speaks volumes, hangs thick in the air.
The boycott continues, no end is in sight,
No more Southern Comfort No more bourbon’s bite .
DrummerDave26
