lyrics that mention booze

[Bushman]

You got to stop posting these, last night I spent an hour playing some of the classics on youtube.

[thecroweater]

CIGAREETS WHUSKY AND WILD WILD WOMEN
Tex Ritter
CHORUS: Cigarettes and whiskey and wild, wild women,
They'll drive you crazy they'll drive you insane.
Cigarettes and whiskey and wild, wild women,
They'll drive you crazy they'll drive you insane.

1. Once I was happy and had a good wife.
I had enough money to last me for life.
Then I met with a gal and we went on a spree.
She taught me smoking and drinking whiskey. CHORUS

2. Cigarettes are a blight on the whole human race.
A man is a monkey with one in his face.
Take warning, dear friend. Take warning, dear brother:
A fire on one end a fool on the other. CHORUS

3. And now good people, I'm broken with age.
The lines on my face make a well-written page.
I'm weavin' this story, how sadly but true,
On women and whiskey and what they can do. CHORUS

4. Write on the cross at the head of my grave:
"For women and whiskey, here lies a poor slave."
Take warning, poor stranger. Take warning, dear friend.
In wide clear letters this tale of my end. CHORUS

[thecroweater]

You got to stop posting these, last night I spent an hour playing some of the classics on youtube.

oh thats easy to fix , have them on ya computer and ya can play em while ya on the forum

[newengland]

The still is in the kitchen,
But I don’t hear no bitchin’
‘Cause the wife is on the sofa drinking shine.
With the propane softly hissin’
We will sometimes do some kissin’
‘Cause she likes it on the sofa with some shine.

When I tried to teach my daughter,
My wife said I hadn’t oughter
Put those copper pot ideas in her head.
So I honored honey’s wishes
And after doing dishes
I’d secretly make moonshine in the shed.

And she’d hear me out there singin’
As the distillate was stingin’
And she knew that I was havin’ lots of fun.
And sometimes I’d start prancin’
And she figgered I was dancin’
And I’d stagger home a smilin’ with the sun.

Grown up our daughter left us
And my wife felt quite bereft as
She sat there on the sofa all alone.
So one fine night she joined me
In the shed as I made whiskey
In the morning hand in hand we stumbled home.

Now the still is in the kitchen,
But I don’t hear no bitchin’
‘Cause the wife is on the sofa drinking shine.
With the propane softly hissin’
We will sometimes do some kissin’
‘Cause she likes it on the sofa with some shine.

[thecroweater]

This bottle in my hand
Last week he spent his whole pay check on whiskey
I know friday night he'll do it all again
Oh he'll drink till he falls down
Then he'll order one more round
And then go home with that bottle in his hand

And the only thing I can hold on to
Is this bottle in my hand
I know I'll never have to share it
With any other man
I'm so glad you introduced us
And I'll do the best I can
To be faithful to this bottle in my hand

She told George that changing diapers
Could sure become a drag
And to clean the house and cook for him
Was not her kind of bag
She said she needed someone
Who would love and understand
Then she left him with that bottle in his hand

And the only thing I can hold on to
Is this bottle in my hand
I know I'll never have to share it
With any other man
I'm so glad you introduced us
And ill do the best I can
To be faithful to this bottle in my hand

[Black Eye]

Didn't see this one here yet and it's a AC/DC Classic

Whiskey, 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 cheque
We'll get hell to pay

Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me, Yeah
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
On me, Come on

Dizzy, drunk and fightin'
On tequila white lightnin'
My glass is getting shorter
On whiskey, ice 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 cheque
We'll get hell to pay

[biker geek]

The Reverend Horton Heat

The doctor says I'm livin'
On precious borrowed time,
With all the time I'm givin'
To liquor beer and wine.

The X-rays of my liver
Look like molded old Swiss cheese.
My heart pumps blood and alcohol
Through hardended arteries.

Everybody knows me
Down at the local bar.
I drink until I can't see
And I wonder where you are.

I guess I let my health go
Since you quit bein' mine.
But there was nothing to replace you
Except liquor, beer, and wine.

Liquor, beer, and wine
Is the flashing sign I see.
Every single morning I get up
It's buzzin' down at me.

I look up to the heavens
For a ray of hope to shine.
And there it is in neon,
Liquor, beer, and wine.

Ever since you've left me
I've lived out of my car,
Parked between the liquor store,
And Uncle Bubba's bar.

Booze helps ease the heartache
But your constantly in mind.
As constant as that buzzing noise
Of Uncle Bubba's sign.

Liquor, beer, and wine
Is the flashing sign I see.
Every darn morning I get up
It's a buzzin' down at me.

I look up to the heavens
For a ray of hope to shine.
And there it is in neon,
Liquor, beer, and wine.

[thecroweater]

Slim Dusty - The Frog

Now I've listened to tales that the oldsters told from Bourke to Camooweal
And on dusty tracks in the southern states from Orbost to Warracknabeal
Some were grave and some were gay and some with humour too
And each of the tellers always swore that the tale that he told was true

Old Paddy the Dancer a swagman of note who followed the ‘Bidgee run
Found himself on the tucker track and most of his food was done
So he pondered awhile and thought at last as far as he could see
That he’d have to catch himself a cod to cook on the coals for tea

So he rigged a line from binder twine that he’d scrounged from a farmers hay
And then fashioned a hook from a rusty nail that got stuck in his foot that day
Well he looked with pride on his fishing gear and to try he could hardly wait
Then he saw at last as anglers do you must cover your hook with bait

He remembered a tale that someone told in the dim and distant past
That frogs were the things that the anglers used for the fish to break their fasts
But frogs were as scarce as teeth on hens or that's what he said to me
But he searched around till he found a frog at the foot of a light wood tree

Well he stalked that frog on hands and knees like big game hunters do
But a black snake coming the other way had the same idea in view
But both of them grabbed together but the snake was a fraction fast
It swallowed the frog but found itself held in the swagman’s grasp

Well he fished from his pocket a flask he had of very potent grog
And said with a sigh it must be done I want that flamin’ frog

Well he squeezed that wriggling reptile’s neck til its jaws were opened wide
Then with tears in eyes he poured the lot into the snakes’ insides
Well it gave a gurgle and then a gulp and then quite a twist or two
And there was that old frog in the light of day almost as good as new

Well he grabbed that frog and hurried away to bait up his rusty hook
And then lay back on the grassy bank by the side of that peaceful brook
Then he felt a tap on his shoulderblade and turned with eyes agog!!
And there was that snake all bleary eyed in its mouth was another frog

Well that was the tale that was told to me at a camp on the reedy flat
Maybe it's true or maybe not you'd best be the judge of that
But what I can hardly believe is, is the way that he liked the grog
He would give it away to a worthless snake for the sake of a useless frog

[thecroweater]

Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off

She said, "I'm going out with my girlfriends
For margaritas at the Holiday Inn"
Oh have mercy my only thought
Was tequila makes her clothes fall off
I told her put an extra layer on
I know what happens when she drinks Patron
Her closet's missing half the things she bought
Yeah, tequila makes her clothes fall off
She'll start by kicking out of her shoes
Lose an earring in her drink
Leave her jacket in the bathroom stall
Drop a contact down the sink
Them panty hose ain't gonna last too long
If the DJ puts Bon Jovi on
She might come home in a table cloth
Yeah, tequila makes her clothes fall off
She can handle any champagne brunch
A bridal shower with Bacardi punch
Jello shooters full of Smirnoff
But tequila makes her clothes fall off
She'll start by kicking out of her shoes
Lose an earring in her drink
Leave her jacket in the bathroom stall
Drop a contact down the sink
She don't mean nothing, she's just havin' fun
Tomorrow she'll say, "Oh what have I done?"
Her friends will joke about the stuff she lost
Yeah, tequila makes her clothes fall off
Oh tequila makes her clothes fall off
Oh tequila makes her clothes fall off

[John Barleycorn]

Well ... maybe not an outright mention of booze. It's a song that some folks may be familiar with ... a modern rendition of a very old poem. See http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Barleycorn" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" rel="nofollow if you're into that kind of stuff.

John Barleycorn Must Die (Steve Winwood, Traffic)

There were three men came out of the West
Their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die

They've ploughed, they've sewn, they've harrowed him in
Threw clods upon his head
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was dead

They've let him lie for a very long time
Till the rains from heaven did fall
And little Sir John sprung up his head
And so amazed them all

They've let him stand till midsummer's day
Till he looked both pale and wan
And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard
And so become a man

They've hired men with the scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the knee
They've rolled him and tied him by the way
Serving him most barbarously

They've hired men with the sharp pitchforks
Who pricked him to the heart
And the loader he has served him worse than that
For he's bound him to the cart

They've wheeled him around and around the field
Till they came unto a barn
And there they made a solemn oath
On poor John Barleycorn

They've hired men with the crab-tree sticks
To cut him skin from bone
And the miller he has served him worse than that
For he's ground him between two stones

And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
And he's brandy in the glass
And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl
Proved the strongest man at last

The huntsman, he can't hunt the fox
Nor so loudly to blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend kettle nor pot
Without a little Barleycorn

[FullySilenced]

99 bottles of beer on the wall 99 bottles of beer, take one down and pass it around 98 bottles of beer on the wall,


98 bottles of beer on the wall..... and so forth

[Just a Biker]

LOL!

[woodshed]

Whiskey eyes and ashtray breath, on a chert rock gravel road.
Jamey Johnson

[thecroweater]

Pass the booze Ernest Tubbs
Been my friends all day it’s no good I'm still lonely
Seems that I just can’t forget, my one and only
So there’s just one thing left to do if I intend to sleep tonight
*Put the bottle on the bar and let me,do it upright

Please put the bottle on the bar where I can pet it
And take my address down before, I forget it
I've got a feeling someone’s gonna have to take me home this time
‘Cause I'm gonna sit here ‘till I get her, off of my mind

My baby’s gone, gone, gone
And I'm alone, so, so, alone
And I've got nothing else to lose
So bartender, pass the booze

Ahh, Buddy now:
Please put the bottle on the bar where I can pet it
And take my address down before, I forget it
I've got a feeling someone’s gonna have to take me home this time
‘Cause I'm gonna sit here ‘till I get her, off of my mind

My baby’s gone, gone, gone
And I'm alone, so, so, alone
And I've got nothing else to lose
So bartender, pass the booze
Please bartender, just pass the booze

[FightnFive]

A Country Boy Can Survive - Hank Williams Jr.

The preacher man says it’s the end of time
And the Mississippi River she’s a goin’ dry
The interest is up and the Stock Markets down
And you only get mugged
If you go down town

I live back in the woods, you see
A woman and the kids, and the dogs and me
I got a shotgun rifle and a 4-wheel drive
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn
We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain’t too many things these ole boys can’t do
We grow good ole tomatoes and homemade wine
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

Because you can’t starve us out
And you cant makes us run
Cuz we're them old boys raised on shotgun
And we say grace and we say Ma’am
And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn

We came from the West Virginia coalmines
And the Rocky Mountains and the and the western skies
And we can skin a buck; we can run a trout line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

I had a good friend in New York City
He never called me by my name, just hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a businessman
He used to send me pictures of the Broadway nights
And I’d send him some homemade wine

But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For 43 dollars my friend lost his life
Id love to spit some beechnut in that dudes eyes
And shoot him with my old 45
Cause a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

Cause you can’t starve us out and you can’t make us run
Cuz we're them old boys raised on shotgun
And we say grace and we say Ma’am
And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn

We’re from North California and south Alabam
And little towns all around this land
And we can skin a buck; we can run a trot-line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

[Jkhippie]

We can share the women
we can share the wine
We can share what we got of yours
cause we done shared all of mine
Keep on rolling, just a mile to go
Keep on rollin my old buddy
You're movin much too slow

I just dropped the watchman
Right outside the fence
Took his rings, four bucks in change
Ain't that heaven sent?
Hurts my ears to listen, Shannon
Burns my eyes to see
Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon
Might as well been me

We used to play for silver
Now we play for life
And one's for sport and one's for blood
At the point of a knife
And now the die is shaken
Now the die must fall
There ain't a winner in the game
He don't go home with all, not with all

Leavin Texas, fourth day of July
Sun so hot, clouds so low
The eagles filled the sky
Catch the Detroit Lightning out of Santa Fe
The Great Northern out of Cheyenne
From sea to shining sea

Gotta go to Tulsa
First train we can ride
Gotta settle one old score
One small point of pride
There ain't a place a man can hide, Shannon
Will keep him from the sun
Ain't a bed can give us rest now
You keep us on the run

Jack Straw from Wichita
Cut his buddy down
And dug for him a shallow grave
And laid his body down
Half a mile from Tuscon
By the morning light
One man down and another to go
My old buddy you're moving much too slow

We can share the women
We can share the wine

[garvicad]

Grandpa Jones - Mountain Dew




There's a big holler tree down the road here from me
Where you lay down a dollar or two
Well you go round the bend and when you come back again
There's a jug full of good ole mountain dew

Oh they call it that ole mountain dew
And them that refuse it are few
I'll shut up my mug if you fill up my jug
With some good ole mountain dew

Now my uncle Nort, he's sawed off and short
He measures about four foot two
But he thinks he's a giant when you give him a pint
Of that good ole mountain dew

Well my ole aunt Jill bought some brand new perfume
It had such a sweet smellin' pew
But to her surprise when she had it analyzed
It was nothin' but good ole mountain dew

Well the preacher rolled by with his head heisted high
Said his wife had been down with the flu
And he thought that I ought just to sell him a quart
Of that good ole mountain dew

Well my brother Bill's got a still on the hill
Where he runs of a gallon or two
Now the buzzards in the sky get so drunk, they can't fly
From smellin' the good ole mountain dew

Oh they call it that ole mountain dew
And them that refuse it are few
I'll shut up my mug if you fill up my jug
With some good ole mountain dew

[garvicad]

Willie Nelson - Whiskey River

Whiskey River take my mind
Don't let her mem're torture me
Whiskey River don't run dry
You're all I've got, take care of me

Whiskey River take my mind
Don't let her mem're torture me
Whiskey River don't run dry
You're all I've got, take care of me

I'm drowning in a whiskey river
Bathing my memory's mind in the wetness of it's soul
Feeling the amber current flowin' from my mind
And war an emply heart you left so cold

Whiskey River take my mind
Don't let her mem're torture me
Whiskey River don't run dry
You're all I've got, take care of me

I'm drowning in a whiskey river
Bathing my memory's mind in the wetness of its' soul
Feeling the amber current flowin' from my mind
And warm an empty heart you left so cold

Whiskey River take my mind
Don't let her mem're torture me
Whiskey River don't run dry
You're all I've got, take care of me

Whiskey River take my mind
Don't let her mem're torture me
Whiskey River don't run dry
You're all I've got, take care of me

[Jkhippie]

For those who don't know, Brass Monkey is 1 part rum, 1 part vodka, 2 parts OJ.

(chorus)
Brass Monkey - that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey - junkie
That funkey Monkey

Got this dance that's more than real
Drink Brass Monkey - here's how you feel
Put your left leg down - your right leg up
Tilt your head back - let's finish the cup
MCA with the bottle - D. rocks the can
Adrock gets nice with Charlie Chan
We're offered Moet - we don't mind Chivas
Wherever we go we bring the Monkey with us
Adrock drinks three - Mike D. is D.
Double R foots the bill most definately
I drink Brass Monkey and I rock well
I got a castle in Brooklyn - that's where I dwell

(repeat chorus)

Cause I drink it any time - and any place
When it's time to get ill - I pour it on my face
Monkey tastes Def when you pour it on ice
Come on y'all it's time to get nice
Coolin' by the lockers gettin' kind of funky
Me and the crew - we're drinking Brass Monkey
This girl walked by - she gave me the eye
I reached in the locker - grabbed the Spanish fly
I put it with the Monkey - mixed it in the cup
Went over to the girl, "Yo baby, what's up?"
I offered her a sip - the girl she gave me lip
It did begin the stuff wore in and now she's on my tip

(repeat chorus)

Step up to the bar - put the girl down
She takes a big gulp and slaps it around
Take a sip - you can do it - you get right to it
We had a case in the place and we went right through it
You got a dry Martini - thinking you're cool
I'll take your place at the bar - I smack you off your stool
I'll down a "40 dog" in a single gulp
And if you got beef you'll get beat to a pulp
Monkey and parties and reelin' and rockin'
Def, def - girls, girls - all y'all jockin'
The song and dance keeping you in a trance
If you don't buy my record I got my advance
I drink it - I think it - I see it - I be it
I love Brass Monkey but I won't give D. it
We got the bottle - you got the cup
Come on everybody let's get fffff.....
(repeat chorus)

[Doubler]

For those who don't know, Brass Monkey is 1 part rum, 1 part vodka, 2 parts OJ.

(chorus)
Brass Monkey - that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey - junkie
That funkey Monkey

Got this dance that's more than real
Drink Brass Monkey - here's how you feel
Put your left leg down - your right leg up
Tilt your head back - let's finish the cup
MCA with the bottle - D. rocks the can
Adrock gets nice with Charlie Chan
We're offered Moet - we don't mind Chivas
Wherever we go we bring the Monkey with us
Adrock drinks three - Mike D. is D.
Double R foots the bill most definately
I drink Brass Monkey and I rock well
I got a castle in Brooklyn - that's where I dwell

(repeat chorus)

Cause I drink it any time - and any place
When it's time to get ill - I pour it on my face
Monkey tastes Def when you pour it on ice
Come on y'all it's time to get nice
Coolin' by the lockers gettin' kind of funky
Me and the crew - we're drinking Brass Monkey
This girl walked by - she gave me the eye
I reached in the locker - grabbed the Spanish fly
I put it with the Monkey - mixed it in the cup
Went over to the girl, "Yo baby, what's up?"
I offered her a sip - the girl she gave me lip
It did begin the stuff wore in and now she's on my tip

(repeat chorus)

Step up to the bar - put the girl down
She takes a big gulp and slaps it around
Take a sip - you can do it - you get right to it
We had a case in the place and we went right through it
You got a dry Martini - thinking you're cool
I'll take your place at the bar - I smack you off your stool
I'll down a "40 dog" in a single gulp
And if you got beef you'll get beat to a pulp
Monkey and parties and reelin' and rockin'
Def, def - girls, girls - all y'all jockin'
The song and dance keeping you in a trance
If you don't buy my record I got my advance
I drink it - I think it - I see it - I be it
I love Brass Monkey but I won't give D. it
We got the bottle - you got the cup
Come on everybody let's get fffff.....
(repeat chorus)

Love that jam. There's also a funky monkey. Its 99 bananas, light rum, vodka and oj, I like pineapple orange juice in it better though.

[1 elk hunter]

Wish that I was on ol’ Rocky Top,
down in the Tennessee hills;
Ain’t no smoggy smoke on Rocky Top;
Ain’t no telephone bills;
Once I had a girl on Rocky Top;
Half bear, other half cat;
Wild as a mink, but sweet as soda pop,
I still dream about that;

Once two strangers climbed ol’ Rocky Top,
lookin’ for a moonshine still;
Strangers ain’t come down from Rocky Top;
Reckon they never will;
Corn won’t grow at all on Rocky Top;
Dirt’s too rocky by far;
That’s why all the folks on Rocky Top
get their corn from a jar;

I’ve had years of cramped-up city life
Trapped like a duck in a pen;
All I know is it’s a pity life
Can’t be simple again.

Chorus Rocky Top, you’ll always be
home sweet home to me;
Good ol’ Rocky Top;
Rocky Top, Tennessee;
Rocky Top, Tennessee.

[RandyMarshCT]

"The Moonshiner" by The Clancy Brothers
(I like this version more than the Bob Dylan version)

I've been a moonshiner for many a year
And I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer
I'll go to some hollow and I'll set up my still
And I'll make you a gallon for a ten shilling bill

[Chorus:]

I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler,
I'm a long way from home
And if you don't like me
You can leave me alone
I'll eat when I'm hungry
And I'll drink when I'm dry
And if moonshine don't kill me
I'll live till I die

I'll go to some hollow in this country
Ten gallons of wash and I'll go on a spree
No woman to follow and the world is all mine
I love none so well as I love the moonshine

Moonshine dear moonshine oh how I love thee
You killed my poor father but dare you kill me
Bless all moonshiners and bless all moonshine
For their breath smells as sweet as the dew on the vine

[palinkagus]

Whisky in the Jar-Covered by Metallica

As I was going over the Cork and Kerry Mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said "Stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya"

I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money yeah and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she loved me no never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman, yeah, for you know she tricked me easy

Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber
Takin' my Molly with me, but I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels

Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

Yeah, whiskey, yo, whiskey...
Oh-oh, ya

Now some men like a fishin', but some men like the fowlin'
Some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roarin'
But me, I like sleepin', `specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah

Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o

Whiskey in the jar-o

Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, hey
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ya

[1 elk hunter]

Copperhead Road
(Steve Earle)

Well my name's John Lee Pettimore
Same as my daddy and his daddy before
You hardly ever saw Grandaddy down here
He only came to town about twice a year
He'd buy a hundred pounds of yeast and some copper line
Everybody knew that he made moonshine
Now the revenue man wanted Grandaddy bad
He headed up the holler with everything he had
It's before my time but I've been told
He never came back from Copperhead Road
Now Daddy ran the whiskey in a big block Dodge
Bought it at an auction at the Mason's Lodge
Johnson County Sheriff painted on the side
Just shot a coat of primer then he looked inside
Well him and my uncle tore that engine down
I still remember that rumblin' sound
Well the sheriff came around in the middle of the night
Heard mama cryin', knew something wasn't right
He was headed down to Knoxville with the weekly load
You could smell the whiskey burnin' down Copperhead Road

I volunteered for the Army on my birthday
They draft the white trash first,'round here anyway
I done two tours of duty in Vietnam
And I came home with a brand new plan
I take the seed from Colombia and Mexico
I plant it up the holler down Copperhead Road
Well the D.E.A.'s got a chopper in the air
I wake up screaming like I'm back over there
I learned a thing or two from ol' Charlie don't you know
You better stay away from Copperhead Road

Copperhead Road
Copperhead Road
Copperhead Road

[Maritimer]

My Heart Is Broke in Three

(Maritimer, about 20 years old)

Since you left my days are lonely
Unhappiness is all I see
I wake up and want you only
Feel my heart is broke in three

Chorus:
First, it is broke for the good times
Then it is broke for the lost love
Next it is broke for your moonshine
That you made so many lots of

Sit at my feet and smile your sweet smile
Lay your old head on my knees
Get out the corn and husk a while
You make the best corn squeezins ins the east

Chorus:
My heart it is broke for the good times
Then it is broke for the lost love
Last it is broke for your moonshine
That you made so many lots of

(More, but lost to memory.)

[heynonny]

Two, first:

one by Roger Miller:

Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you want to holler hi-de-ho
Burns your tummy, don'tcha know?
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug

Grape wine in a Mason jar
Homemade and brought to school
By a friend of mine 'n' after class
Me and him and this other fool decide

That we'll drink up what's left
Chug-a-lug, so we helped ourself
First time for everything
Hmm, my ears still ring

Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you want to holler hi-de-ho
Burns your tummy, don'tcha know?
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug

4-H and FFA
On a field trip to the farm
Me 'n' a friend sneak off behind
This big old barn where we uncovered

A covered-up moonshine still
And we thought we'd drink our fill
And I swallered it with a smile
Bll-bbb, I run ten mile

Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you want to holler hi-de-ho
Burns your tummy, don'tcha know?
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug

Jukebox 'n' sawdust floor
Sumpin' like I ain't never seen
And I'm just goin' on fifteen
But with the help of my finaglin'

Uncle I get snuck in
For my first taste of sin
I said, "Lemme have a big old sip"
Bll-bbb, I done a double back flip

Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug
Make you want to holler hi-de-ho
Burns your tummy, don'tcha know?
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug

and Tex Ritter:

Jack o' Diamonds, Jack o' Diamonds and I know you of old
You've robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold
It's a whiskey, you villain, you've been my downfall
You've kicked me, you've cuffed me, but I love you for all

It's a whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If I don't get rye whiskey, well, I think I will die

I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry
If the hard times don't kill me, I'll lay down and die
I'll tune up my fiddle and I 'll rosin my bow
I'll make myself welcome, wherever I go

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die

Beefsteak when I'm hungry red liquor when I'm dry
Greenbacks when I'm hard up and religion when I die
They say I drink whiskey, my money's my own
All them that don't like me, can leave me alone

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die

Sometimes I drink whiskey, sometimes I drink rum
Sometimes I drink brandy, at other times none
But if I get boozey, my whiskey's my own
And them that don't like me, can leave me alone

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die

If the ocean was whiskey and I was a duck
I'd dive to the bottom to get one sweet suck
But the ocean ain't whiskey and I ain't a duck
So we'll round up the cattle and then we'll get drunk

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If the whiskey don't kill me, I'll live till I die

My foot's in my stirrup, my bridle's in my hand
I'm leaving sweet Lillie, the fairest in the land
Her parents don't like me, they say I'm too poor
They say I'm unworthy to enter her door

It's a whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If I don't get rye whiskey, well, I think I will die

Sweet milk when I'm hungry, rye whiskey when I'm dry
If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die
I'll buy my own whiskey, I'll make my own stew
If I get drunk, madam, it's nothing to you

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die

I'll drink my own whiskey, I'll drink my own wine
Some ten thousand bottles I've killed in my time
I've no wife to quarrel, no babies to bawl
The best way of living is no wife at all

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die

Way up on Clinch Mountain I wander alone
I'm as drunk as the devil, oh, let me alone
You may boast of your knowledge an' brag of your sense
'Twill all be forgotten a hundred years hence

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, you're no friend to me
You killed my poor daddy, God damn you, try me

[Jkhippie]

Another classic.

Brett is in the bathtub
Making soup for the ambassadors
And I am in the hallway
Singing to the troubadours

The kings are all lined up
Outside the gate
And the autumn bells are ringing
But they'll just have to wait

Where is the joker?
Have you seen him around
With his three coned cap
That he wears like a crown?

Have you seen his striped stockings
And heard his sad tale
About the kids under the carpet
And the purple humpbacked whales

Here come the ambassadors
They show up one by one
Brett is tasting all the soup
To see if it is done

Wendy's on the windowsill
Waiting to be let in
And we're all in the bathtub now
Making bathtub gin

The kings storm the hallway
They've climbed up through the gate
They didn't mean to be impolite
But they just couldn't wait

Here comes the joker
With his silly grin
He carries a martini
Made of bathtub gin

Here comes the joker
We all must laugh
Cause we're all in this together
And we love to take a bath

Bathtub Gin
Phish
1989

[MadMasher]

This one debuted on the Andy Griffith Show. Great song if you like bluegrass, reminds me of my childhood.

Dooley - The Darlings (Dillards)

Dooley was a good old man
He lived below the mill
Dooley had two daughters and a forty gallon still
One gal watched the boiler the other watched the spout
Mama corked the bottles when old Dooley fetched them out

Dooley, slipping up the holler
Dooley, trying to make a dollar
Dooley, give me a swaller and I'll pay you back some day

The revenuers came for him a slipping through the woods
Dooley kept behind them all and never lost his goods
Dooley was a trader when into town he'd come
Sugar by the bushel and molasses by the ton

I remember very well the day old Dooley died
The women folk looked sorry and the men stood ‘round and cried
Now Dooley's on the mountain he lies there all alone
They put a jug beside him and a barrel for a stone

Author: Mitch Jayne and Rodney Dillard