Lyr Add: Seven Beers with the Wrong Kind of Man

Subject: RE: Seven Beers With The Wrong Kind Of Man
From: dick greenhaus
Date: 27 Jun 97 - 09:40 PM

Bill-- We don' need no steenkin'
. The situation has been fixed (Thanx to Max)

Subject: RE: Seven Beers With The Wrong Kind Of Man
From: Bill D
Date: 27 Jun 97 - 08:16 PM

Bob....after each line you simply type (br) where the () are replaced by <&>
so that it works
like this

Subject: Lyr Add: SEVEN BEERS WITH THE WRONG WOMAN
From: Bob Clayton
Date: 27 Jun 97 - 01:37 PM

Yes, Bill, I'm finally here. The song cycle "Seven Beers" started life, I think, as a C&W song called "Seven Years with the Wrong Woman," written by Bob Miller and sung by several artists, including even Gene Autry.

At some time after that (probably one or two days, or weeks at most, "Seven Years with the Wrong Man" was penned, also by Mr. Miller. I don't know when the first "Beers" parody happened, but it might even have been BEFORE the "Years" songs, and they are actually parodies of it. The "Woman" version goes like this:


SEVEN BEERS WITH THE WRONG WOMAN

Seven beers with the wrong woman, we sat at a table for two.
First thing I know, she whispered, "Boy, I could sure go for you!"
My heart beat a little bit faster, as I held her sweet little hand.
I swelled up with pride, but oh, how she lied! I sure was a foolish young man.

Seven beers with the wrong woman, she made me get up and dance.
Around and 'round we circled, till I missed the wallet from my pants.
I asked her if she had seen it. She smiled up at me and said, "No."
To this day to me it's a big mystery. I wonder just where it did go.

Seven beers with the wrong woman, her HUSBAND came in after that.
Soon as he spied us together, he walked up and gave me a bat.
He took me by the seat of my britches. Oh, boy, he sure pulled up the slack!
Then I got tossed out the door by the boss, who told me to never come back.

Seven beers with the wrong woman, it's left me only regret.
I know, now, she was lyin' when she called me her darling and pet.
I wish the Lord had made Adam, and then never made anyone else.
One thing I know, the next place I go, I'm gonna buy fourteen beers for myself!


I learned this one from an older Arhoolie record by Alice Stuart -- a great record, and home to another song that I never learned, but always liked, called "Beatnik!"

(Now, when I submit this, it's likely to lose the hard returns, isn't it? I'll have to look up again how to fix that when I type stuff in.)

Subject: RE: Seven Beers With The Wrong Kind Of Man
From:
Date: 26 Jun 97 - 12:23 PM

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Subject: RE: Seven Beers With The Wrong Kind Of Man
From: Bill D
Date: 24 Jun 97 - 07:06 PM

Bob...are you there?

Subject: RE: Seven Beers With The Wrong Kind Of Man
From: Bill D
Date: 27 Mar 97 - 11:57 PM

Ok I will go to MY source..I will see a guy who sings it next week....perhaps I can find him sooner....no promises....(he really does it well!!)

Subject: RE: Seven Beers With The Wrong Kind Of Man
From: Gene Graham
Date: 27 Mar 97 - 07:43 PM

I have it somewhere...will have to look for it.... I put the tape where I'd know where it was.... and wouldn't you know it? I CAN'T FIND IT!!!

Subject: RE: Seven Beers With The Wrong Kind Of Man
From: tim love
Date: 27 Mar 97 - 07:16 PM

thanks for the lyrics and the cowpie site. any idea on "7 beers with the wrong kind of woman" I couldn't locate it at cowpie...

Subject: Lyr Add: SEVEN BEERS WITH THE WRONG KIND OF MAN
From: Gene Graham
Date: 25 Mar 97 - 12:09 AM

SEVEN BEERS WITH THE WRONG KIND OF MAN
Recorded by Bonnie Blue Eyes

[G] Last night I strolled [C] down to the [G] tavern
To get me a glass of [D] beer,
And when I sat down at the table,
A man came up and said [G] "Dear,
Come over and [C] sit at my [G] table
And I'll buy you beer [G7] by the [C] can."
I made my mistake last [G] night when I drank
Seven [D] beers with the [D7] wrong kind of [G] man.

This man was tall, dark and handsome.
You could hang out your clothes on his line.
He said he'd searched this world over
But he'd never seen beauty like mine.
I fell for it hook, line and sinker,
And then all the troubles began.
From now on I think I never will drink
Seven beers with the wrong kind of man.

He asked me if I had a husband.
I told him my name was still "Miss."
Was then that he leaned 'cross the table.
He squeezed me and gave me a kiss.
I couldn't resist his advances.
The room seemed to spin 'round and then.
He said "There's my wife - better run for your life
Or you'll not see daylight again."

Now I'm in the House of Correction.
His wife said I'd stolen her man.
It's all on account of my drinkin'
Seven beers with the wrong kind of man.
That big handsome brute said I "vamped" him,
That I was the worst in the land.
Now girls, stop and think - before you go drink
Seven beers with the wrong kind of man.