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The Song Challenge:   By popular demand, this Challenge! is from Roger the Skiffler, who posted this message on this thread. It kind of gives a new meaning to the phrase "Come on in, the water's fine!" -- Bourbon fire in Kentucky -- The fire consumed a seven-storey warehouse A distillery blaze fuelled by thousands of gallons of whiskey has destroyed a warehouse and threatened water supplies in central Kentucky.  A spokesman for the Wild Turkey whiskey company said thousands of bourbon casks had been exploding like gunfire at the peak of the blaze in a seven-storey warehouse near the town of Lawrenceburg.  No one was seriously injured, although two firefighters were overcome by fumes and heat. An investigation has started into the cause of the fire.  Water contaminated -- The authorities shut down a local water treatment plant after a large amount of burning bourbon mixed with water from fire hoses flowed into the Kentucky River.  Lawrenceburg officials ordered unnecessary water usage in restaurants and car washes to be halted temporarily.  The burning alcohol also set fire to woods behind the water treatment plant.  The warehouse was one of 12 at the plant. Company officials said each facility contained 15,000-20,000 barrels filled with bourbon.  The distillery - the only one where the famous Wild Turkey brand is made - is still operating. The company spokesman said supplies of the bourbon would not be affected. He said the whiskey in the destroyed warehouse would not have been ready for drinking for another 10 years.  Wild Turkey is owned by the French spirits conglomerate Pernod-Ricard SA.

Burning Of The Still by Amergin

Way down in Lawrenceburg
There was whiskey still
That caught afire late one night
My ghost haunts there still
My ghost haunts there still

It burnt down a warehouse
Where all the whiskey kegs lay
The firemen they tried their best
But the booze they could not save
But the booze they could not save

The fire it crawled through the walls
And lit up the nearby town
But at the dawning of the day
The warehouse it was down
The warehouse it was down

20,000 barrels went up
In those glorious flames
Reaching higher into the sky
Playing their fiery games
Playing their fiery games

I stood beside the Kentucky River
Watching the whiskey flow
Down into the great water wide
Into the swirling depths below
Into the swirling depths below

I jumped on down the soggy bank
Down into the freezing cold
Feeling the whiskey burn in me
Twas a wondrous sight to behold
Twas a wondrous sight to behold

I was swimming around all drunkenly
A-staggering with the tide
When my leaden body began to sink
With the pain that stabbed my side
With the pain that stabbed my side

Down I sank into the rushing depths
To the swimming rocks below
Water and whiskey filled my lungs
It was such a happy way to go
It was such a happy way to go

So now I still stand upon the bank
Watching the fires lick the sky
As the warehouse burns to the ground
That night the whiskey died
That night the whiskey died 

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