They’ll fill this field full of coffee shops
And parking lots for your conveniences
Hey Mister, gonna sell your home?
We’re gonna build a road straight through here
Hey Now-na-na you drink my whiskey
Drink my whiskey and you shake my hand
Hey Now-Na Na you call me brother, well
I ain’t your brother, I ain’t your friend
You come ’round here to taste my crops and
Talk me up, stand in my home
The truth is mister, I ain’t sellin’
I’m a be in heaven before I take your gold
Hey Now-Na-Na you drink my whiskey
Drink my whiskey and you shake my hand
Hey Now-Na-Na you call me brother, well
I ain’t your brother, I ain’t your friend
This here house it was my grandfather’s
His grandfather’s, he built the thing
Brick by brick he broke his bones
He didn’t know no Burger King
Hey Now-Na-Na you drink my whiskey
Drink my whiskey and you shake my hand
Hey Now-Na-Na you call me brother, well
I ain’t your brother, I ain’t your friend
So tell me man that lovely suit
Is it bulletproof? ‘cos here’s the thing
I’m gonna go upstairs, I’m gonna get my gun
Just to see you run as fast as you can
Hey Now-Na-Na you drink my whiskey
Drink my whiskey and you shake my hand
Hey Now-Na-Na you call me brother, well
I ain’t your brother, I ain’t your friend
