lyrics that mention booze

[Fourway]

Gun Street Girl

Falling james in the tahoe mud
Stick around to tell us all the tale
Well he fell in love with a gun street girl
And now he's dancing in the birmingham jail
Dancing in the birmingham jail

He took a hundred dollars off a slaughterhouse joe
Brought a brand new michigan twenty-gauge
He got all liquored up on that road house corn
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette
A hole in the hood of a yellow corvette

He bought a second-hand nova from a cuban chinese
And dyed his hair in the bathroom of a texaco
With a pawnshop radio, quarter past four
He left for waukegan at the slamming of the door
Left for waukegan at the slamming of the door

I said john, john, he's long gone
Gone to indiana, ain't never coming home
I said john, john, he's long gone
Gone to indiana, ain't never coming home

He's sitting in a sycamore in st. john's wood
Soaking day-old bread in kerosene
Well he was blue as a robin's egg and brown as a hog
He's staying out of circulation 'til the dogs get tired
Out of circulation 'til the dogs get tired

Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone
He never get up in the morning on a saturday
Sitting by the erie with a bull-whipped dog
Telling everyone he saw, "they went that-a-way, boys"
Telling everyone he saw, "they went that-a-way"

Now the rain's like gravel on an old tin roof
And the burlington northern pulling out of the world
Now a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw
And a gun street girl was the cause of it all
A gun street girl was the cause of it all

Well he's riding in the shadow by the st. joe ridge
Hearing the click-clack tapping of a blind man's cane
He was pulling into baker on a new year's eve
One eye on a pistol and the other on the door
One eye on a pistol and the other on the door

Miss charlotte took her satchel down to king fish row
Smuggled in a brand new pair of alligator shoes
With her fireman's raincoat and her long yellow hair
Well they tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire
They tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire

I said john, john, he's long gone
Gone to indiana, ain't never coming home
I said john, john, he's long gone
Gone to indiana, ain't never coming home

Banging on the table with an old tin cup
Sing i'll never kiss a gun street girl again
Never kiss a gun street girl again
I'll never kiss a gun street girl again

I said john, john, he's long gone
Gone to indiana, ain't never coming home
I said john, john, he's long gone
Gone to indiana, ain't never coming home

[Uncle Jesse]

Whisky, gin and brandy
With a glass I'm pretty handy
I'm trying to walk a straight line
On sour mash and cheap wine
So join me for a drink boys
We're gonna make a big noise
So don't worry about tomorrow
Take it today
Forget about the check
We'll get hell to pay

Have a drink on me

Dizzy, drunk and fightin'
On tequila white lightnin'
My glass is getting shorter
Old whiskey and some and water
So come on and have a good time
And get blinded out of your mind
So don't worry about tomorrow
Take it today
Forget about the check
We'll get hell to pay

Have a drink on me
(Get stoned)

Gonna roll around
Gonna hit the ground
Take another swing
Have another drink
Gonna drink it dry
Gonna get me high
Come on over boys
Make a noise

Have a drink on me

ac/dc

[Fourway]

The Sick Bed of Cuchulainn

McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands
You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands

When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in Cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
Frank Ryan brought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid
And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the Yids
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair

And in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout
But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out
They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains
So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair

You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
There was lousy drunken bastards singing Billy is in the bowl
They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church

Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box
Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But you'll stick your head back out and shout "we'll have another round"
At the graveside of Cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray
And God is in His heaven, and Billy's down by the bay


Shane MacGowan (1985)

[Uncle Jesse]

(twentyfive cents ha no-no I wouldn't pay twentyfive cents
to go in nowhere 'cause listen here)

Up in Harlem every Saturday night
When the high browns get together it's just too tight

The old congregation's at an all night strut
And what they do is chut chut chut

Old Hannah Brown's from 'cross town
Gets full of corn and starts breaking 'em down

Yes at the break of day
you can hear old Hannah say

Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me a case I don't care

I feel just like I want a clown
Give the piano player a drink because he's bringing me down

He's got rhythm yeah when he stomps-his feet
He sends me right off to sleep

Check all your razors and your guns
We's gonna be wrestlin' when the wagon comes

I want a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
send me 'cause I don't care
play me 'cause I don't care

Gimme a pigfoot and a bottle of beer
Send me crates I don't care

I feel just like I want a player
Give the piano player a drink because he's bringing me down

He's got rhythm yeah when he stomps his feet
He sends me right off to sleep

Check all 'your razors and your guns
Do the shim sham shimmy till the rising sun

Give me a reefer and a gang of gin
play me 'cause I'm in my sin
play me 'cause I'm full of gin

- Billie Holiday

[The Chemist]

Sloppy Drunk

Well, I'd rather be sloppy drunk--than anything I know.
Rather be sloppy drunk--than anything I know.
Well, my good man has quit me,
He's gone with missez So-and-So.

Well my good man has quit me--for somebody else.
My good man has quit me--for somebody else.
Well I'm sloppy drunk again baby--drinkin' all by myself.

Well I love my sour-mash whiskey--tell the world I do.
Love my sour-mash whiskey--tell the world I do.
But I drink my rot-gut whiskey--to try to get along with you.

Safire--the Uppity Blues Women

[Uncle Jesse]

Red Wine
(Woody Guthrie)

Oh, pour me a drink of Italian red wine
And let me taste it and call back to mind
Once more in my thoughts and once more in my soul
This story as great if not greater than all.

The AP news on June 24th
Told about a patrolman named Earl J. Vaugh
Stepped on a Main Street trolleycar
And arrests Sacco and Vanzetti there.

The article tells how Earl J. Vaugh
Is now retiring as an officer of the law.
This cop goes down in my history
For arrestin' Sacco and Vanzetti that day.

It was 1920, the fifth of May
The cop and some buddies took these men away
Off of the car and out and down
And down to the jail in Brockton town.

"There's been a killing and a robbery
At the Slater Morrill's shoe factory.
You two gents are carryin' guns
And you dodged the draft when the war did come."

"Oh yes, 'tis so, 'tis so, 'tis so.
We made for the borders of Mexico.
The rich man's war we could not fight,
So we crossed the border to keep out of sight."

"You men are known as radical sons.
You must be killers, you both carry guns."
"I'm a night watchman, my friend peddles fish,
And he carries his gun when he's got lots of cash."

Oh, pour me a glass of Germany's beer,
Russia's hot vodky, so strong and clear.
Pour me a glass of Palestine's Hock
Or just a moonshiner's bucket of chock.

Now, let me think and let me see
How these two men were found guilty:
How a hundred and sixty witnesses passed by
And the ones spoke for 'em was a hundred and five.

Out of the rest, about fifty just guessed
Out of the five that was put to the test
Only the story of one held true
And a hundred and fifty-nine got threw.

And on this one, uncertain and afraid,
She saw the carload of robbers, she said.
One year later she remembered his face
After seeing this car for a second and a half.

She told of his hand and his gun and his ear.
She told of his shirt and the cut of his hair.
Remembered his eyes and his lips and his cheeks,
And Eva Splaine's tale sent these men to the chair.

I was right there in Boston the night that they died.
I never did see such a sight in my life:
I thought the crowds would pull down the town
And I was hoping' they'd do it and change things around.

I hoped they'd pull Judge Thayer on down
From off of his bench, and they'd chase him around.
Hoped they'd run him around the stump
And stick him with devil tails 'bout every jump.

Wash this tequila down with gin,
And a double straight shot of your black virgin rum.
My ale bubbled out and my champagne is flat.
I hear the man coming, I'm grabbin' my hat.

Red Wine, as composed and sung by Woody Guthrie in 1946-7 on Ballads of
Sacco and Vanzetti, commissioned by Moses Asch in 1945 for Folkways
Records and Service Corporation, (c) 1960 [FH 5485].

[Guest]

Coon in the Hickory Tree

I went down to see my gal
Walkin mighty straight.
Thinkin' about her pretty little curls
I forgot to close the gate.

Refrain
Shoo fly, don't you fly,
Don't you bother me.
By the light of the moon
I can see that coon
Sittin' in the hickory tree.

Daddy had an ol' grey mule
And how that mule could kick.
He named him after his monther-in-law
And whipped him with a stick.

Refrain

Farmer Brown's got a violin,
He fiddles out of tune.
He likes his moonshine plenty fine,
But it don't come from the moon.

Refrain

The Delmore Brothers

[Uncle Jesse]

Last night we had a date, we stayed up late,
I bought round after round.
Just for you I played the fool, yes I was quite the clown.
Words were spoken, hearts were broken, now I hope you see,

It was the whisky talkin', not me.

I didn't mean to make a scene, it's really not my style.
Raised some cane, I called some names,
I guess I got myself a little wild.
If I brag too loud and act too proud, don't blame it all on me,

It was the whisky talkin', not me.

Had myself a little splash,
I said 'you no good piece of trash',
shot my mouth off through the night,
but Lord, my bark's bigger than my bite.
Lies were told if I was bold, don't take it personally.

It was the whisky talkin', not me.

Ah yeh. Mmmm hmm! Goodness gracious!
Ah, you're makin' me thirsty!

At the bar I bucked and bowled, picked a fight and I got floored.
had a shot, I got insane, took everybodies name in vain.
But all the stuff is just a bluff, I wouldn't hurt a flea,

It was the whisky talkin', not me.

The Devil made me do some things that really take some nerve.
How could I sass a girl like you? You're more than I deserve!
Don't get upset, please accept my apology,

It was the whisky talkin', not me.

Met up with some old moonshine,
my mouth was workin' overtime.
Lettin' off a little steam,
I'm not the killer that I seem.
Sometimes I'm strange but I might change,
you have my guarantee,

It was the whisky talkin', not me.

-- Kip Attaway

[Tater]

VERSE 1
I come home the other night
Drunk as I could be
Found a horse in my horse lot
Where my horse ought to be
Now come my little wifey
Explain yourself to me
How come that horse in my horse lot
Where my horse ought to be
Said, you damned ole fool, you drunken fool
Cain't you never see
Thats jest a milk cow
That Granny sent to me
I've traveled this wide world over
A hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a milk cow
I never did see before

VERSE 2
Now, I come home the other night
Drunk as I could be
Found a coat on my coat rack
Where my coat ought t' be
Now, come my little wifey
Explain yourself to me
How come that coats on my coat rack
Where my coat ought to be
Said, you damned ole fool, you drunken fool
Cain't you never see
That's just a blanket
That Granny sent to me
I've traveled this wide world over
A hundred miles or more
But buttons on a blanket
I never did see before

VERSE 3
Now, I come home the other night
Drunk as I could be
Found a hat on my hat rack
Where my hat ought to be
Now come my little wifey
Explain yourself to me
How come that hat's on my hat rack
Where my hat ought to be
Said, you damned ole fool, you drunken fool
Cain't you never see
That's just a milk pail
That Granny sent to me
I've traveled this wide world over
An' I been from shore t' shore
But a sweat-band on a milk pail
I never did see before

VERSE 4
Now, I come home the other night
Drunk as I could be
Found some boots under my bed
Where my boots ought to be
Now, come my little wifey
Explain yourself to me
How come them boots is under my bed
Where my boots ought to be
Said, you damned ole fool, you drunken fool
Cain't you never see
Thats just a bed pan
That Granny sent to me
I've traveled this wide world over
A hundred miles or more
But a spurs on a bed pan
I never did see before

VERSE 5
Now, I come home the other night
Drunk as I could be
Found a head on my pillow
Where my head ought to be
Now, come my little wifey
Explain yourself to me
How come that heads on my pillow
Where my head ought to be
Said, you damned ole fool, you drunken fool
Cain't you never see
Thats just a mellon
That Granny sent to me
I've traveled this wide world over
An' I've been from shore to shore
But a mustache on a mellon
I never did see before

VERSE 6
Now, I come home the other night
Drunk as I could be
Found a thing in my wifes thing
Where my thing ought to be
Now come my little wifey
Explain yourself to me
How come that thing is in your thing
Where my thing ought to be
Said, you damned ole fool, you drunken fool
Cain't you never see
Thats just a carrot
That Granny sent to me
I've traveled this wide world over
An' I've been from shore to shore
But a head on a carrot
I never did see before

[Virginia Gentleman]

I play bluegrass once a week with a bunch of fellas in an old shed behind my house (fiddle, banjo, mando, guitars, stand-up bass, dobro). Good stuff. Chords are screwed up due to formatting.

Copper Kettle

C G C
Get you a copper kettle,
C G C
Get you a copper coil
E Am
Covered with new-made corn mash,
Dm G
And never more you’ll toil

As you . . .

(Chorus)
Am Em
Lay there by the juniper,
Am C E
While the moon is bright.
Am G
Watch them jugs a-fillin'.
Am Em Am
In the pale moonlight.


C G C
My daddy, he made whisky,
C G C
My grand-daddy did, too.
E Am
But we ain't paid no whisky tax,
Dm G
Since 1792.

We just . . .(Chorus)


C G C
Build your fire with hickory,
C G C
Hickory, ash, and oak.
E Am
Don't use no green or rotten wood,
Dm G
They'll get you by the smoke.

While you . . .(Chorus)

[kahluaman]

Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playin' with a can that he was kicking
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somethin'
That I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way.

Chorus:
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
And Sunday mornin' comin' down.

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singin'
Then I headed down the street
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed thru the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

[John Lee Hooker]

Wanna tell you a story,
about the house-man blues
I come home one Friday,
had to tell the landlady I'd-a lost my job
She said that don't confront me,
long as I get my money next Friday
Now next Friday come I didn't get the rent,
and out the door I went

So I goes to the landlady,
I said, "You let me slide?"
I'll have the rent for you tomorrow.
the next day I don't know
So said let me slide it on you know people,
I notice when I come home in the evening
She ain't got nothing nice to say to me,
but for five year she was so nice
Loh' she was lovy-dovy,
I come home one particular evening
The landlady said, "You got the rent money yet?",
I said, "No, can't find no job"
Therefore I ain't got no money to pay the rent
She said "I don't believe you're tryin' to find no job"
Said "I seen you today you was standin' on a corner,
leaning up against a post"
I said "But I'm tired, I've been walkin' all day"
She said "That don't confront me,
long as I get my money next Friday"
Now next Friday come I didn't have the rent,
and out the door I went

So I go down the streets,
down to my good friend's house
I said "Look man I'm outdoors you know,
can I stay with you maybe a couple days?"
He said "Uh, Let me go and ask my wife"
He come out of the house,
I could see in his face
I know that was no
He said "I don't know man, ah she kinda funny, you know"
I said "I know, everybody funny, now you funny too"
So I go back home
I tell the landlady I got a job, I'm gonna pay the rent
She said "Yeah?" I said "Oh yeah"
And then she was so nice,
loh' she was lovy-dovy
So I go in my room, pack up my things and I go,
I slip on out the back door and down the streets I go
She a-hollerin' about the front rent, she'll be lucky to get any back rent,
she ain't gonna get none of it
So I stop in the local bar you know people,
I go to the bar, I ring my coat, I call the bartender
Said "Look man, come down here", he got down there
So what you want?

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
Well I ain't seen my baby since I don't know when,
I've been drinking bourbon, whiskey, scotch and gin
Gonna get high man I'm gonna get loose,
need me a triple shot of that juice
Gonna get drunk don't you have no fear
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

But I'm sitting now at the bar,
I'm getting drunk, I'm feelin' mellow
I'm drinkin' bourbon, I'm drinkin' scotch, I'm drinkin' beer
Looked down the bar, here come the bartender
I said "Look man, come down here"
So what you want?

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No I ain't seen my baby since the night before last,
gotta get a drink man I'm gonna get gassed
Gonna get high man I ain't had enough,
need me a triple shot of that stuff
Gonna get drunk won't you listen right here,
I want one bourbon, one shot and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

Now by this time I'm plenty high,
you know when your mouth a-getting dry you're plenty high
Looked down the bar I say to my bartender
I said "Look man, come down here", he got down there
So what you want this time?
I said "Look man, a-what time is it?"
He said "The clock on the wall say three o'clock
Last call for alcohol, so what you need?"

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No I ain't seen my baby since a nigh' and a week,
gotta get drunk man till I can't even speak
Gonna get high man listen to me,
one drink ain't enough Jack you better make it three
I wanna get drunk I'm gonna make it real clear,
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

[Dropout]

tomorrow don't be here today
take a cruise take a holiday
cold morning and the drums
blue eyes in the window sun
i don't feel you but i know you're around
i can feel you cause i feel the sound
cold morning and the drums
blue eyes in the window sun
alka seltzer, tang and a 50
it's all over
hangover
it's getting warmer
it's controlling my mind
it's coming closer
i'm biding my time
double vision when the bars close down
double vision when the bars close down
my legs are weak
her arms are strong
the door is open
the stairs are steep
the room is near
but oh so far
the lights are round
but so are the stars
you got a hangover?
i got a hangover

Hangover, Max Webster

[The Chemist]

What's the use a'gettin sober,
When you gotta get drunk, again?
Ol'Sam done sump'n fine,
When he bought that good whiskey, beer, and wine.
I love my whiskey, and I love my gin,
Every time you see me,
I'll be in my sin.
So what's the use a'gettin sober,
When you gotta get drunk, again?

Well I been drinkin', and I been thinkin'
I'm just about to lose my mind.


Joe Jackson (self-titled album, I think)

[Guest]

doesn't mention that much about booze but here you go anyways

28 days
whats the deal

The beer is ice cold
And it's sold
From a supermarket that keeps their prices down
This day is not pretentious or fake
Home town Sunday shining
And it takes a day like this to make me understand
That you can't beat the sweet feeling of sand
Between your toes, this is how it goes
Down with a beer in my hand

My best friend's to the left
She's closest to the esky
She passes me a Coopers
And she glistens in the sun
Baby made a good call to take me from the fish bowl
Looks all cool on videos but sometimes it's no fun

It's all very good at first
All the beer and cocaine
I'm on the beach in the first verse
With my kid and no fame
And it just feels so very real to me
So I'm asking myself
Baby, what's the deal?

I spent two years with the summer in my rear view
Now I'm looking through my shades
I've finally got a clear view
Of blue skies and wet sand
All of this, how could you
Want any more than this
Tell me how can this be true?

And it's like so hot
And I'm not no matter what you say
Ain't gonna stray from this wicked spot
I've frozen in Germany
And burnt up in Spain
Man, Amsterdam nearly fried my brain
So on the plane I had a day to think
About being here and sipping this drink
So I'm playing with my kid
Hanging with my girl
Watching my belly turn pink

Asking myself
What's the deal?

[outlawokie]

A sup of good whiskey will make you glad Too much of the creatur will make you mad .If you take it in reason twill make you wise. If you drink to excess itll close your eyes.

[My first drink]

MARGARITAVILLE Jimmy Buffett
Nibblin' on sponge cake,
watchin' the sun bake;
All of those tourists covered with oil.
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.
Smell those shrimp--
They're beginnin' to boil.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know it's nobody's fault.

Don't know the reason,
Stayed here all season
With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.
But it's a real beauty,
A Mexican cutie, how it got here
I haven't a clue.

Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
Now I think,-- hell it could be my fault.

I blew out my flip flop,
Stepped on a pop top;
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.
But there's booze in the blender,
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.

Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,
But I know, it's my own damn fault.
Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame, And I know it's my own damn fault

[Guest]

Beer Run (B Double E Double Are You In?)
Written by: - Kim Williams - Amanda Williams - Keith Anderson - George Ducas- Kent Blazy
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Twenty-five minutes past quitting time
Seven of us crammed into that truck of mine
Paying no attention to them highway signs
Doing ninety miles an hour toward the county line
Quick sack, twelve pack, back again
It's a B-double E-double are you in?

My buddies and their babies letting down their hair
As long as we're together it don't matter where
Ain't got a lot of money but we just don't care
Knowing half the fun is in the getting there
Aztec, long necks, paychecks spent
Oh, It's a B-double E-double are you in?

I can't stop thinking
What the hell they were drinking
When they made this county dry
I got a week-long thirst
And to make it worse
Lord, it's my turn to drive

Laughing and bragging and a' carrying on
We loaded up the wagons and we headed home
I guess half a dozen cases doesn't last that long
Come tomorrow morning it'll be all gone
Then, it's turn around, leave town, sounds again
Like a B-double E-double are you in?

[rrrrrrrr]

Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest—
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!
Drink and the devil had done for the rest—
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!

[Friday Knight]

"Okay"
I really do appreciate the fact you're sittin' here
Your voice sounds so wonderful
But yer face don't look too clear
Bar maid bring a pitcher, another round o' brew
"Alright let's here it"
Why (don't we get drunk and screw)
"You're on the record!"

Chorus:
Why don't we get drunk and screw
I just bought a water bed, it's filled up for me and you
They say you are a snuff queen
Honey I don't think that's true
So, why don't we get drunk and screw.

"I can't wait for 'em to put that label on my live album. You're sounding absolutely wonderful out there, but we have invited the all girls choir from Lima, Ohio down here and we can't here them too well now. We'd like all of you gentlemen out in the audience to just sorta take a break, sit back and let's let these beautiful women of the Nineties tell us how they feel about it. Ladies are you ready? On the count of four. One, two, three, four."

Chorus:
Why (don't we get drunk and screw)
"Whoo yeah!"
I just bought a waterbed it's filled up with Elmer's glue."
They say you are a snuff queen
Let's see what all you macho men can do
Why (don't we get drunk and screw)
"Oh yeah."
Why don't we get drunk and screw
"I think we better work this out amongst ourselves."
Why don't we get drunk and screw, oooh yeah

[ginzo]

Jimmy and I were brothers.
We went down different paths.
Jimmy always listened to my mother,
And me, I never like to take a bath.

As we grew and tumbled through adulthood
The pressure caused emotional drain.
So now I'm slowly dying in the bottle
and Jimmy has to live with half a brain.

Yes, me, I've got a bottle in front of me,
And Jimmy has a frontal lobotomy.
Just different ways to kill the pain the same.

But I'd rather have a bottle in front of me,
Than have to have a frontal lobotomy.
I might be drunk, but at least I'm not insane.

Jimmy let his troubles drive him crazy.
He never tried to drown it in a drink.
I know that drinking makes my thinking hazy,
But at least I still have brains enough to think.

Jimmy's got a brain that isn't stable.
He doesn't have the sense to say his name.
I'm sorry that his doctor was unable
To remove the proper portion of his brain.

Yes, me, I've got a bottle in front of me,
And Jimmy has a frontal lobotomy.
Just different ways to kill the pain the same.

But I'd rather have a bottle in front of me,
Than have to have a frontal lobotomy.
I might be drunk, but at least I'm not insane.

Funny how the world works.
People can be real jerks.
Some prefer the tension over booze.

Either way it ends the same.
Hard to beat the living game.
Might as well enjoy it while you lose.

When I need a drink I start to shiver
And Jimmy always viewed it with concern.
But I'd rather have cirrhosis of the liver
Than an intellect that's second to a fern.

I wonder if old Jimmy's gonna hear it
When I tell him that his logic wasn't sound.
They'll dose him up on lots of evil spirits
When they take him to the psychiatric grounds.

Yes, me, I've got a bottle in front of me,
And Jimmy has a frontal lobotomy.
Just different ways to kill the pain the same.

But I'd rather have a bottle in front of me,
Than have to have a frontal lobotomy.
I might be drunk, but at least I'm not insane.
I might be drunk, but at least I'm not insane!

[Tater]

a bump for a old post.

[noobshine]

I'll eat when I get hungry
I'll drink when I get dry
If the life I live don't kill me
Then I guess I'll never die
I'll tune up my fiddle
I'll rosin up my bow
And find a girl to hold me tight
Anywhere I go

Corn liquor corn liquor's what I cry
If you don't give me corn liquor boy
Somebody's gonna die
Somebody's gonna die oh lord
Somebody's gonna die

If the creek it was corn liquor
And I was a government man
I'd drink the whole thing dry
And tell the folks "Do what you can"
Got a guitar in my left hand
Got a pistol in my right
And I don't give a good goddamn
If we play or if we fight

Corn liquor corn liquor's what I yell
If you don't give me corn liquor boy
Then I'll see you in hell
Corn liquor corn liquor's what I cry
If you don't give me corn liquor boy
Somebody's gonna die
Somebody's gonna die oh lord
Somebody's gonna die

If I spend all my money
My money's mine alone
And I ain't never killed a man
What he left me to my own
I'll make my own corn liquor
I'll grow my own smoke too
And if I drink and smoke till I can't stand up
What the hell is it to you

Corn liquor corn liquor's what I yell
If you don't give me corn liquor boy
Then I'll see you in hell
Corn liquor corn liquor's what I cry
If you don't give me corn liquor boy
Somebody's gonna die
Somebody's gonna die oh lord
Somebody's gonna die

[Stainless]

Hi,
Ian Dury and maybe the blockheads?
drugs and alcohol? or was it milk? and alcohol
Dad told me about Jakie's using coal gas bubbling through milk to get a hit, cant do it now, natural gas from undersea
And also they were drinkin cheap perfume sort of stuff, i remember seeing it as a young 14=15yr old ,,again ,, never tried it
Cheers
Stainless
remember seein a film about swedish alc's eatin boot polish#?
probably off topic, sorry if i upset your thread
Stainless

[Stainless]

Little old wine drinker me?

[ohyeahyeah]

"He drank Pearl in a can and Jack Daniels Black,
Chewed tobacco from a mail pouch sack,
Had an old dog that was trained to attack...
Sometimes..."

If That Aint Country by David Allan Coe

[thecroweater]

Rye Whiskey : sang by many , this version is Wilf Carters, Tex Ritters is similar

Way up the mountains I wonder alone I'm drunk as a devil oh left me alone
its beef steak when I'm hungry rye whiskey when I'm dry
and i get thirsty I lay down and cry
rye whiskey rye whiskey rye whiskey I cry if whiskey don't get I'll live till I die

If the Ocean was whiskey,
And I was a duck,
I'd swim down to the bottom,
And never come up.

But ocean ain't whiskey and I ain't no duck so I'll play jacka diamonds and trust in my luck
Rye whiskey rye whiskey rye whiskey i cry if whiskey don't kill me I'll live till I die

rye whiskey ya villain ya bin my down fall ya kicked me and cuffed me but i love ya fer all
Whiskey ya devil ya no friend f me ya killed my poor daddy now darn ya try me
Rye whiskey rye whiskey rye whiskey I cry if whiskey don't get me I'll live til I die

[thecroweater]

THE NIGHT I STOLE OLD SAMMY MORGAN'S GIN
Words and music by Clarence E. (Hank) Snow

Listen folks and I will tell a funny story
You may think it sad but I was in my glory
'Twas a cellar I crept in, cobwebs brushing by my chin
On the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin.

As my hand fell on the jug I had to snicker
But when I started for the door I went much quicker
For just up above my head someone jumped right out of bed
On the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin.

As I left that cellar believe me, I was liftin'
And the hops from one arm to the other shiftin'
Then I stopped and hauled the plug, sat there till I drained the jug
Had my mind all set, no spare drops I was missin'.

Then on my feet I thought I was, but wasn't
And for roads, I guess I saw about a dozen
When I reached the old porch door I went smack-o on the floor
On the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin.

I just made one step and landed in the coal-box
Then from off the mantle came a Big Ben 'larm clock
But I finally got upstairs after passing seven bears
'Twas the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin.

By my bedroom door an owl stood taking tickets
Then the monkey stood before me baking biscuits
But the funniest sight of all was two roosters playing ball
On the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin.

I saw mice as big as horses washing dishes
As an ape came in the door dressed up in britches
Then the floor fell on my head as I tried to get in bed
'Twas the night I stole old Sammy Morgan's gin.

Well, I woke next morning guess 'twas closer ev'nin'
And my room was certainly in an awful shape
Someone else had took my head and left an elephant's there instead
On the morning after drinking Sammy's gin.

[newengland]

Merle Haggard and George Jones

I remember a girl from the Salvation Army
Walked into the barroom last night.
Well, she took out her bible and sat down beside us
And proceeded to show us the light.

Well, we must've been drunk
When we said we'd stop drinkin,
A double shot over the line.
Oh, we had to be drunk.
Lord what were we thinkin?
Well, we must have been out of our minds.

Well, I rolled a smoke, as she read us a scripture,
St. Peter, St. Luke and St. Paul,
And I said, now how come you're talkin about walkin on water
To two drunks who can't even crawl?

Well, we must've been drunk
When we said we'd stop drinkin,
A double shot over the line.
Oh, we had to be drunk.
Lord what were we thinkin?
Well, we must have been out of our minds.

I was down on my knees, the last I remember.
She was prayin me back to the fold,
And I might have promised that I'd give up the bottle,
But Jack Daniels walked off with my soul.

Well, we must've been drunk
When we said we'd stop drinkin,
A double shot over the line.
Oh, we had to be drunk
Lord what were we thinkin?
Well, we must have been out of our minds.

[Moose_755]

George Jones "white lightning"

Well in North Carolina, way back in the hills
Me and my old pappy had a hand in a still
We brewed white lightnin' 'til the sun went down
Then he'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around
Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappy's corn squeezin'
Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin'

Chorus:
Well the "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were looking, tryin to book him,
But my pappy kept a-cookin'
Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin'

--- Instrumental ---

Well I asked my old pappy why he called his brew
White lightnin' 'stead of mountain dew
I took a little sip and right away I knew
As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue
Lightnin' started flashin' and thunder started crashin'
Shhhoooh . . . white lightnin'

Chorus:
Well the "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were looking, tryin to book him,
but my pappy kept a-cookin'
Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin'

--- Instrumental ---

Well a city slicker came and he said "I'm tough"
I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff
He took one g-g-glug and drank it right down
And I heard him a moaning as he hit the ground
Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappy's corn squeezin'
Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin'

Chorus:
Well the "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were looking, tryin to book him,
but my pappy kept a-cookin'
Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin'...