Poor Ginny, Pour A Gin

Poor Ginny, in the desert wide,
Pour me Gin, be my guide.
Without you, it’s a barren land,
Dry as gulch, no helping hand.

Virginny City, let it be said,
Shall be painted a fiery red.
With each drop, our spirits rise,
Under desert skies, your presence lies.

Blessed be the smoky air,
We raise our glass in solemn prayer.
Gin-soaked moments, Ginny dear,
In every sip, you’re always near.

Virginny City, let it be said,
Shall be painted a fiery red.
With each drop, our spirits rise,
Under desert skies, your presence lies.

So poor you, Ginny, strong and true,
Gin in every glass, we find our due.
Pour another, let the night begin,
In your embrace, we’ll always win.

Virginny City, let it be said,
Shall be painted a fiery red.
With each drop, our spirits rise,
Under desert skies, your presence lies.

So poor Ginny, Pour me a gin.