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Subject: Lyr Add: BEARAILTE (Barred, Irish Gaelic) From: Felipa Date: 01 May 22 - 02:00 PM BEARÁILTE Tá mé beáráilte Tigh Josie, tá mé bearáilte Tigh Sé, Tá mé beáráilte Tigh an Táilliúra ó thráthnóna arú inné. Tá mé beáráilte Tigh Hanley 's as Tigh Phlunkett Joe, Níl aon phub sa taobh seo tíre a scaoilfidh isteach mé arís go deo. Bhí mé oíche thiar Tigh Hanley tar éis dhom pionta a ól Tigh Lee, Bhí an crowd againn ann le chéile 's muid sa gcúinne siúd inár suí. Bhí na piontaí ‘s na leathchinn 's iad go flaithiúil ann le n-ól, Ach níor airigh mise ariamh é go raibh mé tite istigh faoin stól. Tháinig Réamonn 's chaith sé amach mé, fuair mé jaráil uaidh faoin stól, Dúirt sé “Ná feicim thart thú anseo arís mar níl tú in ann é ól.” Ó bhuail mé ar mo Honda, chuaigh mé amach Tigh Phlunkett Joe, Ach ní scaoilfidís isteach mé agus ní scaoilfidh ná go deo. Ó dúradh istigh Tigh Jack liom nach bhfaighinn uathu ach an ceann, Ach a dhul amach Tigh Darby, go mbeadh neart le fáil agam ann, Bhí mé ag staggeráil faoin am seo ag dul anonn agus anall, Ach bhí Dermot 's é ag fanacht romham ansiúd ag binn an hall. Chuaigh mé as sin go Réalt na Maidine agus d’ól mé pionta beer. Agus chuimhnigh mé ar Josie agus staggeráil mé siar. Nuair a leandáil mé ar an tairseach, bhí Josie 's é amuigh romham, Agus dúirt liom a bheith ag glanadh go raibh na cosa ag lúbadh fúm. Ó chuaigh mé ar mo Honda, fuair mé leathghloine Tigh Sé, Fuair mé fuílleach óil Tigh an Táilliúra mar níor aithin siad ann mé. Ó thosaigh cineál achrann, cuireadh dath dubh ar mo shúil, Agus dhóirt mé pionta pórtair a raibh mé caillte inti le dúil. Ní nach ionadh caitheadh amach mé, thug mé m’aghaidh ar an hotel. Tháinig strainséara amach agus dúirt “You’re barred from here as well”. Ó suas liom ar mo Honda, 's mé ag wobbleáil ar nós gé, Ach bhí an squad ag stopadh carrannaí ag crosbhóthar Dhoire an Fhéich. "What’s your name agus cé as thú? Anuas den Honda leat go beo, Céard a tharlódh dá mbeadh crash agat, diabhal tada a cheanglódh tú go deo?" Ó shín’ siad ‘am an bagín, 's dúirt liom “have a blow”. Agus tháinig chuile chineál dath air á mbíonn le feiceáil sa rainbow. Ó caitheadh isteach sa squad mé, caitheadh an Honda thar an gclaí, Chas siad thart an squadcar 's ar Phat O Malley a thug sí a haghaidh. As sin go dtí an Bheairic, áit ar ceistíodh mé go crua, Ach mé cuimhne go deo agamsa ar Ray Lyons 's ar Steve Rua. Tá mé suite anseo ag baile 's tá an Nollaig beagnach thart, Tá mé ag mháinneáil ar nós madra 's mo theanga bheag amuigh le tart. Ó beidh an fhéile seo sách uaigneach agam fhéin agus ag Cáit, Níl goir agam dhul in aon áit tá mé beáráilte as chuile áit. the singer names bars he has drunk in and bars he is banned (barred, bearáilte) from. In the last verse, Christmas is going to be lonely for himself and Cáit as he is barred everywhere listen to John Beag Ó Flathart singing Beáráilte: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vjx48ruqK0Y |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: Felipa Date: 27 Apr 22 - 12:40 PM note - the lyrics posted by Monique on 27 Apr 22 are for the song I posted a transliteration and translation of on 26 April, BERL DER ALTER SHIKER. |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: Monique Date: 27 Apr 22 - 10:37 AM Here are the lyrics in Yiddish characters: ליגט בערל דער אַלטער שיכּור פֿון זינט דער מאָנאָפּאָל יז אַף דער װעלט בין איך אױף אים אין כּעס. עס קאָסט מיך אָפּ אַ מאַיאָנטיק מיט געלט און איך טרינק אַזױ װי פֿון אַ פֿאַס. איך נעם דאָס פֿלעשעלע אין מײַנע הענט און איך קלאַפּ דעם קאָרעצל אַרױס, צעברעכט זיך דאָס פֿלעשעלע אין מײַנע הענט און דער בראָנפֿן גיסט אַרױס. אײַ-אַײַ-דײַ-דײַ…. חײַנט װעל איך מיט מײַן װײַבעלע זיך צעקריגן; זי װעט נאָך האָבן צו געדענקען. װיפֿל מאָל איך האָב איר שוין פֿאַרשװיגן, חײַנט װעל איך איר נישט שענקען.. כ’האָב גענומען דאָס פֿלעשעלע מיט בראָנפֿן, געלײגט האָבאיך אים צו קאָפּנס. סע כאַפּט זיך אױף די פּלוניטע בײַ נאַכט, און זי טרינקט עס אָיס ביזן לאָצטן טראָפּן. אײַ-אַײַ-דײַ-דײַ…. אױ װײ, רבונו-של-עולם, דו ביסט דאָך אַ האַרציקער ריכטער. זאָל שטענדיק רעגענען מיט בראָנפֿן און מיט ביר, איך װיל קײן מאָל נישט זײַן ניכטער. אױף מײַן קכֿר זאָל זײַן אָנגעגאָסן. מיט בראָנפֿן און מיט ביר. דאָס איז בײַ מיר דער יקר. און אױף מײַן מצכֿה זאָל שטײַן אָנגעשריבן: "דאַ ליגט בערל דער אַלטער שיכּר". אײַ-אַײַ-דײַ-דײַ…. דאָ ליגט בערל דער אַלטער שיכּור |
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Subject: Lyr Add: BERL DER ALTER SHIKER Berl the old drunk From: Felipa Date: 26 Apr 22 - 03:35 PM https://yiddishsong.wordpress.com/tag/alcohol/ (where you can also find Yiddish in Hebrew script) "In his article Geyt a yid in shenkl arayn: Yiddish Songs of Drunkeness (Field of Yiddish: Fifth Collection, 1993), Robert A. Rothstein analyzes versions of the song and points out that the verse about the wife drinking the whiskey all up is from Velvl Zbarzher’s poem Der shiker (The Drunk) found in his Makel No’am ??? ???? Vol. 3, Lemberg 1873. Shmuel-Zanvil Pipe also pointed this out in YIVO-bleter, 1939 (vol. 14: 339-667) Perhaps we should consider the whole text a folklorized Zbarzher song*?" (*Vevel Zbarzher,Benjamin Wolf Ehrenkrantz. born between 1812 & 1826, died circa 1883) TRANSLITERATION BERL DER ALTER SHIKER Fun zint der monopol iz af der velt bin ikh af im in kas. Es kost mikh op a mayontik mit gelt un ikh trink azoy vi fun a fas. Ikh nem dos fleshele in mayne hent un ikh klap dem koretsl aroys, tsebrekht zikh dos fleshele in mayne hent un der bronfn gist aroys. Ay-ay-day-day…. Haynt vel ikh mit mayn vaybele zikh tsekrign Zi vet nokh hobn tsu gedenken. Vifl mol ikh hob ir shoyn farshvign. Haynt vel ikh ir nisht shenken. Kh’ob genumen dos fleshele mit bronfn. Geleygt hob im tsukopns. Se khapt zikh oyf di ployneste baynakht, un zi trinkt es oys bizn letstn tropn. Ay-ay-day-day Oy vey, reboyne-shel-oylem. Du bist dokh a hartsiker rikhter. Zol shtendik regenen mit bronfn un mit bir. Ikh vil keyn mol nisht zayn nikhter. Af mayn keyver zol zayn ongegosn. Mit bronfn un mit bir. Dos iz bay mir der iker. Un af mayn matseyve zol sshteyn ongeshribn – “do ligt Berl der alter shiker.” Ay-day-day… do ligt Berl der alter shiker. Translation BERL, THE OLD DRUNK Since the “monopol” [Czarist controlled liquor stores/pubs] is in the world I am angry at it. It costs me a fortune of money and I drink as if from a barrel. I take the bottle in my hand and knock the cork out. The bottle breaks in my hand and the whiskey pours out. Ay-day-day… Today I will argue with my wife. She will have what to remember [she will pay for it] So many times I have told her to shut up Today I will not spare her. I took the bottle of booze Put it at my head. My wife wakes up at night and drinks it all to the last drop. Ay-day-day O Master of the universe you are a compassionate judge. Let it always rain whiskey and beer So I won’t ever have to be sober. On my grave let them pour whiskey and beer, and on my gravestone it should be written – “Here lay Berl the old drunk.” Ay-day-day Here lay Berl the old drunk. ? |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: The Sandman Date: 02 Jan 22 - 01:21 PM Oh goodbye booze for evermore My boozing days will soon be o'er Oh, I had a good time, and we couldn't agree You see what booze has done for me She's tore my clothes, she's swelled my head So goodbye booze, I'm going to bed Oh, I had a good time, and we couldn't agree You see what booze has done for me She swelled my head, she broke my heart So goodbye booze, we now shall part Oh, I had a good time, but we couldn't agree You see what booze has done for me She whispered low, how sweet it sounds! Please take another ride on the merry-go-round Oh, I had a good time, and we couldn't agree You see what booze has done for me |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: Neil D Date: 31 Dec 21 - 10:04 AM Mary Gauthier is a great songwriter. "Mercy Now", the album that song is from is brilliant. |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: Ebbie Date: 31 Dec 21 - 03:41 AM One of the most heart-wrenching songs I know. I Drink Mary Gauthier He'd get home at 5:30 Fix his drink, sit down in his chair Pick a fight with mama Complain about us kids getting in his hair At night he'd sit 'lone and smoke I'd see his frown behind his lighter's flame Now that same frown's in my mirror I got my daddy's blood inside my veins Fish swim, birds fly Daddies yell, mamas cry Old men sit and think I drink Chicken, TV, dinner 6 minutes on defrost, 3 on high Beer to wash it down with then another A little whiskey on the side It's not so bad alone here It don't bother me that every night's the same I don't need another lover Hanging 'round, trying to make me change Fish swim, birds fly Lovers leave by and by Old men sit and think I drink I know what I am But I don't give a damn Fish swim, birds fly Daddies yell, mamas cry Old men sit and think I drink |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: Neil D Date: 31 Dec 21 - 02:59 AM Great Big Sea does one called "That Old Black Rum" Jim White wrote "A bar is Just a Church Where They Serve Beer" And then there's this regional hit from the 70s by Alex Bevan: SKINNY Shazam! Feelin' grand, guess I'll mosey into town Raise hell all around, I'm gonna have a good time Damn! You bet I am, gonna boogie till I'm blind I got a quart a dollar wine ta get myself primed Runnin' down the road I got the back tires smokin' The highway's open, not a cop in sight No red light flashin's gonna hamper my action My path is clear and my timing's right Cause I'm a Skinny little boy from Cleveland Ohio Come to chase your women and drink your beer Second gear down main street and roarin' into town Women grab your children, bolt the doors and shut her down They're peekin' out from windows while the menfolk pray They speak in frightened whispers and the weak ones faint Is it a bird, is it a plane, is it a demon in the air Or a fire breathin' baby eatin' mother beatin' bear Is it murder, is it rape, is it the watergate tapes Or a mere hallucination caused by folks from outer space No it's a Skinny little boy from Cleveland Ohio Come to chase your women and drink your beer Oh my, and here you are, you see him stride into the bar He's got a girl on every arm and two or three to spare Yeah, ain't he neat, dressed to kill from head to feet The tavern quiets down, the people stare in disbelief He's got chrome plated platforms nine inches high Batteries in the sole with neon lights on the side A patent leather jacket with a picture on the back It's Marilyn in the nude with some writing on her ass It says Skinny little boy from Cleveland Ohio He's come to chase your women and drink your beer Stand aside from the bar if you haven't come to drink You throw your water in the sink and give me whiskey in my glass The bourbon tastes mean but it sure beats listerine Gets your breath twice as clean, and you high twice as fast Run out of Wild Turkey, Jack Daniels is fine Keep your Gin and tonic, your old ripple wine Tequila and a pinch or even vodka's all right I got a ringin' in my ears and a burnin' in my eyes And I'm a Skinny little boy from Cleveland Ohio Come to drink your women and chase your beer So people now you know my story and you're aware of my curse Of how this decent model citizen was changed by lust and thirst You take heed of my warning, you walk the straight and narrow trail You shun the gaily painted ladies, bright lights and booze as well Or you'll be sittin' all alone watching TV home in bed Your skin'll start to prickle and your hands'll start to sweat You'll reach for the bottle just as sure as I stand You'll raise it to your lips, you'll take a drink and then Shazam! You're a Skinny little boy from Cleveland Ohio You go chasin' down the women and drinkin' up the beer |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: Felipa Date: 28 Dec 21 - 09:44 PM the Pig Got Up (lyrics posted 15 Nov 2021) put me in mind of Doran's Ass |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: GUEST,The Man from UNCOOL Date: 28 Dec 21 - 08:33 PM Try "Hungover Liver" [parody of Paul Metser's "Farewell To The Gold"] https://www.folksong.org.nz/fwltgold/index.html#Hung. It wouldn't harm to have a few lines tweaked to catch the original better, and I sing such a version, but it's not posted anywhere. |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: Bill D Date: 28 Dec 21 - 03:10 PM From Australia.. with lyrics at the bottom.. Billy of Tea> |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: GUEST,John from Kemsing Date: 28 Dec 21 - 11:48 AM "The Drunkard`s Looking Glass" London, circa 1846 "What will the drunkard do for ale?, Shall I unfold my dreadful tale. Yes, I`ll unfold it if I can, To benefit a drunken man. What will a drunkard do for ale? It will make a sober man turn pale. Sell his hat and pawn his coat, To satisfy his greedy throat. Ch.:- There for the grace of God go we, Saved from shame and misery. There for the love of ale go you. Say drunkard, is my statement true? What will he do to gain his end. He will deceive his dearest friend. His crafty plans we will devise, And tell the most atrocious lies. What will a drunkard do for ale? Dark and dismal grows my tale. Sell his bedstead and his bed. Nor leave a place to lay his head. Ch.:- Sell his blankets and his sheets. Lie in barns or walk the streets. His thirsty soul will cry for more He`s starved and miserably poor. He`ll beg for half-pence when he can. And say he is a dying man. But if three half-pence he has got, He`ll go and find another sot. Ch.:- As mean and shabby as himself. A dirty, ragged, drunken elf. In some alehouse corner seated, Waiting, longing to be treated. They freely enter into chat, If they can but catch a flat. With every one they will be friends, If they can but gain their ends. Ch.:- Then with his bosom full, of strife, Each man goes home to beat his wife. The children beat and sent to bed, Because the wretches have no bread. No meat, no butter have they got. Such is the dwelling of a sot. The wife in tears and ragged too, Say, drunkard is my statement true? Ch.:- |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: GUEST Date: 28 Dec 21 - 11:05 AM https://youtu.be/9Q0BksZmGpU - Alan Reid and Rob Van Sante |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: GUEST Date: 28 Dec 21 - 11:02 AM https://youtu.be/ODNpPK54ko4 - sung by Dick Gaughan |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: Haruo Date: 28 Dec 21 - 08:27 AM I'm a bit more than 37 years away from my last drink. I sing my "Fremont Hymn" and "The Salvation Army Song" (Put a Nickel on the Drum) in AA meetings during my birthday month (and occasionally at Song Circle). Also this one: Ach du lieber Augustin Slot machine run by steam Put a nickel in it and see what comes out. Octember, Septober, no wonder I'm sober If whiskey doesn't kill me, I'll live till I die. |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: Haruo Date: 28 Dec 21 - 08:19 AM The Sacred Harp Bremen site has the score to 334 Oh, Come Away, as well as robotic voices to learn the parts from, and a link to a YouTube. https://sacredharpbremen.org/334-o-come-away/ |
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Subject: Lyr Add: Beer Belly Polka From: NightWing Date: 27 Dec 21 - 10:00 PM Recently found this one that I had not heard before, don't see in this list, and don't see in the DT: "Beer Belly Polka". (Mel Bay's Deluxe Anthology of Fiddle Styles. David Reiner. Mel Bay Publications, Inc. Pacific, MO: 1979. P. 20.) It says "copyright 1976 by P. Anick".
It appears that I lost the software to create ABC from MIDI in my last computer crash. I'll try to post the tune as soon as I can get it back up.
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Subject: Lyr Add: OUT OF LOVE (John Prine, Bill Caswell From: Jim Dixon Date: 26 Dec 21 - 08:21 PM I thought you might enjoy the way so many beer advertising slogans are woven into this love song: OUT OF LOVE Written by John Prine & Bill Caswell As recorded on John Prine's album “German Afternoons” (1986) 1. Barley malts and does eat oats and little girls are lively,[1] And your liveliness has left me in a brew; So I'm sitting here just drinking beer ‘cause there's nothing else to do, And when I'm out of love, I'm out of you.[2] 2. We were so happy, honey, when we were together, Why, we should have won a ribbon colored blue,[3] But those Rocky Mountain waters came between us,[4] And when I'm out of love, I'm out of you. CHORUS: So I'm living in the land of sky blue waters,[5] And I'm grabbing all the gusto up, it's true. Well, you only go around once in life, they say,[6] And when I'm out of love, I'm out of you. 3. These teardrops that I'm crying are the champagne of bottled tears,[7] And I must admit that I've shed one or two, But when good friends get together[8], well, they always tip a few, And when I'm out of love, I'm out of you. CHORUS 4. So put me in a cool place, for I'm the King of Beers.[9] Forty to forty-five degrees will do; And if you must play that jukebox, let it be low and now[10] 'Cause when I'm out of love, I'm out of you. CHORUS So if you got the time, we got the tears,[11] And when I'm out of love, I'm out of you. 1 A reference to the lyrics of the song MAIRZY DOATS. 2 “When you’re out of Schlitz, you’re out of beer” was the slogan of Schlitz beer. 3 A reference to Pabst Blue Ribbon beer. 4 “Brewed with Pure Rocky Mountain Spring Water” was a slogan of Coors beer. 5 “From the land of sky-blue waters” was the slogan of Hamm’s beer. 6 “You only go around once in this life, so you have to grab for all the gusto you can get” was a slogan of Schlitz beer. 7 “The Champagne of Bottled Beer” was a slogan of Miller High Life beer. 8 “When good friends get together they say O.K. for O’Keefe’s” was a slogan for O’Keefe’s beer. 9 “The King of Beers” was the slogan of Budweiser beer. 10 “Tonight, let it be Lowenbrau” was a slogan for Lowenbrau beer. 11 “If you’ve got the time, we’ve got the beer” was a slogan for Miller High Life beer. |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: GUEST Date: 07 Dec 21 - 05:10 PM https://youtu.be/HLOS3X3PfPg (The Foxy Devil, by Christy Moore) |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: Nigel Parsons Date: 07 Dec 21 - 07:12 AM "Rehab": Amy Winehouse |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: Felipa Date: 07 Dec 21 - 06:53 AM The Land of the Gael posted on Mudcat |
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Subject: Lyr add: The Wobbling Man From: Felipa Date: 15 Nov 21 - 06:17 PM thanks to guest, 15 Nov 21, I have looked up lyrics to THE WOBBLING MAN (John Neville) THE WOBBLING MAN I laughed unknowingly as a boy The wobbling man was like a toy You’d wind him up and let him go And watch him wobble to and fro But soon I learned to laugh no more When I’d hear the key turn in the door The silence came no one would talk Around on eggshells we would walk Momma Momma tell me why The dark clouds always fill our sky While other children laugh and play I find a corner and hide away Children gather it’s time to eat Times are tough, we don’t have meat But hidden upstairs in and old top coat Is a pocket filled with ten pound notes Search the pockets, check them deep We pray the Lord our souls to keep For taking the money when we can From the angry, sleeping, wobbling man Oh Momma Momma please don’t lie Sometimes I wish that he would die Don’t make excuses for him to me I’m older now and I can see A woman bends to stoke the fire The flames were once like her desire She held for the man who shared her dreams Who turned out to be cold and mean I see the pain, hear the abuse That comes from alcohol misuse From the neighbour’s eyes the pity came We walked with our heads hung in shame Oh Momma Momma please don’t cry I’ll wipe a salt tear from your eye Come the whispered words of a little boy Some day you’ll find your house of joy The years slip by, but take their toll They’ve stolen this woman’s heart and soul I think as her life begins to fade The house of joy she’s finally made As a cold October morn begins An old man cries for his past sins To his lips a picture I see him press Of a dancing woman in a wedding dress Oh Momma Momma I can’t but cry I wipe a salt tear from my eye Your time has come, you’ve reached your peace From your troubled world you’ve been released. http://www.johnnevillemusic.com/?page_id=30#C11 |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: GUEST Date: 15 Nov 21 - 05:40 PM Think about this : https://youtu.be/jmnXV_ssatw |
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Subject: Lyr Add: The Pig Got Up From: Felipa Date: 15 Nov 21 - 05:30 PM Little Hawk says The Pig Got Up is a poem but I see that it has been recorded as a song. From lyricsplayground.com : PIG GOT UP AND SLOWLY WALKED AWAY, THE (Music: F W Bowers / Lyrics: Benjamin Hapgood Burt) Frank Crumit - 1934 Johnny Bond - 1966 Jim Croce - 1975 Also recorded by: Sam Hinton; Rudy Vallee; Harry Belafonte; Clinton Ford; Acker Bilk. One evening in October When I was about one-third sober And was taking home a load with manly pride My poor feet began to stutter So I lay down in the gutter And a pig came up and lay down by my side Then we sang "It's All Fair Weather" And "Good Fellows Get Together" Till a lady passing by was heard to say She says, "You can tell a man who boozes By the company he chooses" And the pig got up and slowly walked away Yes, the pig got up and slowly walked away Slowly walked away, slowly walked away Yes, the pig got up and he turned and winked at me As he slowly walked away I also well remember One evening in November When I was creeping home at break of day For in my exhilaration I engaged in conversation With a cab-horse, right on the corner of Broadway I was filled up to the eyeballs With a flock of gin and highballs So I whispered to the cab-horse old and grey I says, "It's these all-night homeward marches That gave us both our fallen arches." And the old horse laughed and slowly walked away Yes, the old horse laughed and slowly walked away Slowly walked away, he slowly walked away And the old horse laughed and he turned and winked at me As he slowly walked away As he slowly walked away (Contributed by Peter Akers - August 2008) ++++++++++ As recorded by JOHNNY BOND: One evenin' in October When I was five fifths sober Takin'g home a load with manly pride My poor feet began to stutter So I lay down in the gutter And a pig come up and lay down by my side Then we sang it's all fair weather When good fellers ger together Till a lady passing by was heard to say "You can tell a man who boozes By the company he chooses" So the pig got up and slowly walked away Yes, the pig got up and slowly walked away Slowly walked away Slowly walked away Yes, the pig got up and without a word to say He looked at me and thought That he would leave me where I lay And that same old pig a lesson taught to me And that was not to be a bigger pig than he So I hopped next day on the water cart to stay Since the pig got up and slowly walked away I also well remember One evenin' in November When I was goin' home at break of day For in my exhileration I engaged in conversation With a cab horse on the corner of Broadway I was filled up to the eyeballs With flocks of gin and highballs So I whispered to the cab horse old and grey "It's these all-night homeward marches Gives us both our fallen arches" And the cab horse laughed and slowly walked away Yes, the old horse laughed and slowly walked away Slowly walked away Slowly walked away Yes, the old horse laughed and without a word to say He wagged his tail and hit the trail That led him to the hay And that same old horse I very often see And when I'm sober he will always bow to me Now at night I stay at the old YMCA Since the old horse laughed and slowly walked away (Transcribed by Mel Priddle - August 2011) |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: Jim Carroll Date: 11 Jun 20 - 01:20 PM The last ballad sheet to be sold in the West of Ireland Jim Carroll THE BAR WITH NO STOUT Now we’ve heard quite a lot of the Pub with no Beer, And some people claim it's the hit of the year, But during the war I was rambling about, And I called for a Pint in a Bar with no Stout. The bar owner sat on a chair by the fire, I’ d swear if you touched him he’d scrape like a brier, When I said “Fill a Pint” then his rag he got out, Saying “Your order is tall in the Bar with no Stout". A customer came in a donkey and car, He tied up his ass and took in a big jar, But the ass jumped and reared, from the door he pulled out, Its no place for an ass near a Bar with no Stout A customer came in a donkey and car, He tied up his ass and took in a big jar, But the ass jumped and reared, from the door he pulled out, 1t's no place for an ass near a Bar with no Stout. The Garda on duty the first time in years, Came back from his beat all shaken with fears, The Sergeant said Pat, why you look knocked about, He stammered and told him the Bar's got no Stout. The Postman returned from his rounds on the street, And when he had entered his time on the sheet, The Postmaster seeing no froth round his mouth, Guessed on the spot that the Bar had no Stout. Now ’tis lonesome to part with the one you love dear, Or to sit on a stool in a Pub with no Beer But there’s nothing more lonesome without any doubt, Than to call for a Pint in a Bar with no Stout., |
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Subject: ADD: OLD KING BEER (Bill Caddick) From: bradfordian Date: 11 Jun 20 - 08:49 AM Back in 2010 Virginia Tam referenced Old King Beer. Recently found out that its a Bill Caddick song on his 1995 Winter with flowers CD. OLD KING BEER by Bill Caddick Cho. I love my king, He knows it well He knows I love him dear There’s not a king that’s ever been As good as old King Beer Well, Old King Beer, He came to me When I could barely stand He said try a drop of me home brewed ale And you’ll always be my man I took a drop, From his brown jug And I loved him straight away we served each other loyally Ever since that lucky day. chorus Oh I love my king, He knows it well He knows I love him dear There’s not a king that’s ever been As good as old King Beer I went to school , For half me life King Beer he came along I learned to order up me pint In twenty different tongues I learnt a gallon Has eight pints And a quart has only two So order up a gallon for me And a quart pot down for you. chorus Oh I love my king, He knows it well He knows I love him dear There’s not a king that’s ever been As good as old King Beer Now wine is fine and Brandy’s grand And I love me whiskey too But give me a drop of you know what I’ll know just what to do there’s honey in that amber ale And I love each little bee But best of all, the pints I love Are the ones you buy for me. chorus Oh I love my king, He knows it well He knows I love him dear There’s not a king that’s ever been As good as old King Beer So take the money, Take the car Take the wife and family You can take me wits for all the good They’ve ever done for me Now I’d like to stop And sing a song I’ve got some good friends here Then take me down to the nearest pub For it’s time to meet King Beer. Chorus Oh I love my king, He knows it well He knows I love him dear There’s not a king that’s ever been As good as old King Beer |
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Subject: Lyr Add: SHE BURNT THE LITTLE ROADSIDE TAVERN DOWN From: Jim Dixon Date: 14 Feb 18 - 06:17 PM SHE BURNT* THE LITTLE ROADSIDE TAVERN DOWN Words & music by Bill Howard. As recorded by Jimmy Dean, 1968. CHORUS: Oh, she burned the little roadside tavern down, The only one for miles and miles around. I saw many hours of pleasure tumble down When she burned the little roadside tavern down. It was my home away from home. Now those many night of gettin' stoned are gone. This is what she had to say: "Man, you'd better stay away, Or I'll burn that little tavern down someday." CHORUS It was there I had my freedom all night long, But she'd fuss an' say that I had done her wrong. She said: "Man, you'll never learn. Just step back and watch 'er burn," And now that little roadside tavern's gone. CHORUS I saw many hours of pleasure tumble down, down, down, When she burned the little roadside tavern down. [Also recorded byPorter Wagoner, and others.] [*Or "burned" according to some recordings.] |
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Subject: Lyr Add: SHUT UP AND DRINK YOUR BEER From: Jim Dixon Date: 14 Feb 18 - 02:16 PM This is a lively, upbeat polka done in western-swing style. You can hear it at The Internet Archive: SHUT UP AND DRINK YOUR BEER (Bob Newman) As recorded by Luke Wills' Rhythm Busters on Victor 20-2415, 1947. There's a place on the corner where the gang will always meet, Where the jukebox music makes you pat your feet. In the middle of the evenin' when spirits are gay, The fat bartender, you will hear him say: CHORUS: "(Shut up!) and drink your beer. There's a man asleep beneath the table in the rear. (Shut up!) and drink your beer. It's time to have another." Patrick Mahoney he was always the same. He'd lick any man with an Irish name. The door it would open and Patrick walk in, This is the place where the chorus begins: CHORUS If the place gets noisy, and you know that it will, And the folks around you seem to have their fill, You'll all know the words from beginning to end, So one, two, three, let's all sing it again: CHORUS [Also recorded by Doye O'Dell, 1948; and by Merle Travis, 1953.] |
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Subject: Lyr Add: I'M JUST A QUIET DRINKER From: Jim Dixon Date: 18 Aug 17 - 02:40 PM Just ran across this novelty song, which you can hear at The Internet Archive: I'M JUST A QUIET DRINKER (Berger-Leopoldi) As recorded by Herbi Hardt 1. Each night when I go drinking, I'm always on my own. I need no girls winking; I like to drink alone. I don't want any company; I only want my scotch, Because it always bothers me when the others drink too much. CHORUS: I'm just a quiet drinker; that's why I'm never blue, And while my nose gets pinker, I sing the whole night through, And when they holler "Quiet!" I tell them: "Listen, boys: Go shut your mouth and drink your beer. Don't be so loud; I cannot hear." I'm just a quiet drinker; it's why I make such noise. Hi-de-hi, hi-de-ho, hi-lee, hi-lo! I'm always feeling fine whenever I have dough. Hi-de-hi, hi-de-ho, hi-lee, hi-lo! And drinking is no crime; my doctor told me so. 2. A cop is getting nasty; he starts to raise his voice. He tells me I'm a nuisance; I'm making too much noise. Sinatra and Bing Crosby, I tell that silly cop, They sing more often than I do but no one locks them up. 3. When I go home in morning, it almost makes me weep. They holler from the window: "Shut up! We want to sleep!" I tell 'em: "Don't you realize you give me misery? If you would shut your window, then your noise won't bother me." [On one of the repeats, he sings: "I'm just a quiet sti—, uh, drinker...."] |
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Subject: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics:The Serenity Prayer From: GUEST,Gealt Date: 28 Mar 17 - 09:14 AM https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wonpb0NSu3M |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: GUEST,Jason Date: 28 Mar 17 - 07:32 AM Come Landlord fill the flowing bowl Until it doth run over, Come landlord fill the flowing bowl Until it doth run over, For tonight we'll merry merry be For tonight we'll merry merry be For tonight we'll merry merry be Tomorrow we'll be sober. The man who drinketh small beer And goes to bed quite sober, Fades as the leaves do fade That drop off in October. For tonight we'll merry merry be For tonight we'll merry merry be For tonight we'll merry merry be Tomorrow we'll be sober. The man who drinketh strong beer And goes to bed right mellow, Lives as he ought to live, And dies a jolly fellow. For tonight we'll merry merry be For tonight we'll merry merry be For tonight we'll merry merry be Tomorrow we'll be sober. But he who drinks just what he likes And getteth half seas over, Will live until he die, perhaps, And then lie down in clover. For tonight we'll merry merry be For tonight we'll merry merry be For tonight we'll merry merry be Tomorrow we'll be sober. The man who kisses a pretty girl And goes and tells his mother, Ought to have his lips cut off, And never kiss another. For tonight we'll merry merry be For tonight we'll merry merry be For tonight we'll merry merry be Tomorrow we'll be sober. The maiden who enjoys a kiss and comes back for another, She's a boon to all mankind and soon to be a mother. For tonight we'll merry merry be For tonight we'll merry merry be For tonight we'll merry merry be Tomorrow we'll be sober. Come into the garden Maud And don't be so particular, For if the grass is very very wet, We'll do it perpendicular. For tonight we'll merry merry be For tonight we'll merry merry be For tonight we'll merry merry be Tomorrow we'll be sober. If I had a pile of bricks I'd build my chimney higher. That would stop the neighbour's cat from pissing in the fi-er. For tonight we'll merry merry be For tonight we'll merry merry be For tonight we'll merry merry be Tomorrow we'll be sober. |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: Ged Fox Date: 28 Mar 17 - 06:52 AM In Cellar Cool - Drinking Drinknig Drigkin "Pour out the Rhine wine, let it flow" "Down among the dead men" |
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Subject: Lyr Add: SWEDISH GLUG (Stan Boreson) From: Jim Dixon Date: 27 Mar 17 - 02:36 PM Found this parody on YouTube: (Of course he sings it in a stereotypical Swedish accent, which I have not tried to represent with spelling.) SWEDISH GLUG As recorded by Stan Boreson & Doug Setterberg on "Yust Go Country and Western" Tune: MOUNTAIN DEW (Grandpa Jones) CHORUS: Oh, they call it that good old Swedish glögg, Which sometimes we drink from a mug. Please be a sport and give me a quart Of that good old Swedish glögg. Old uncle Knut when he goes on a toot, He buys him a five-gallon jug. He takes a little nip and it sends him on a trip. It's that good old Swedish glögg. Old uncle Sven he is sure happy when He does that old chug-a-lug, But he's sure a disgrace when he falls on his face Just from drinking that Swedish glögg. Aunt Ingebrigt likes glögg quite a bit. She used it for cleaning her rug. It was two hundred proof and it blew off the roof. There's such power in Swedish glögg. [I have kept the title as it appears in the video, but "glögg" is the correct spelling in Swedish, or "gløgg" in Norwegian and Danish. It's mulled wine.] |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: JohnInKansas Date: 26 Feb 11 - 01:53 AM CD (no titles listed). After all these drinkin' songs, somebody here might be ready for it. ??? John |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: Kara Date: 25 Feb 11 - 07:19 AM here is a bit saw and xylophone ideal for Alcoholics When I'm Sober |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: GUEST,Barred for Life Date: 24 Feb 11 - 12:29 PM You shoulda seen me last night when I fell down laughing and I tumbled down a flight of wooden stairs I went crashing through the window at the VFW hall, crashing over a pile of metal chairs The I - cussed out my girlfriend, tried to feel up her mom, crashed my my car I think I bruised my spiiiine. (chorus) Oh you - oughta go with me when I go out drinking I always have myself a real good time 2 more verses and a refrain Pat Daily: The Drinking song featured on Bob and Tom radio show believe it's on youtube somewhere |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: GUEST,.gargoyle Date: 03 Sep 10 - 03:27 PM A virtual goldmine of songs is found in the "Half-Mind Hymnal" (Check the net)
Time Magazine this week has a great article on why heavy drinkers live longer than tea-totlers (Check the net)
A sample of H3 material contained in the Hymnal:
or (directed towards some MC ladies who have discovered blogging
Thank god she finally shut up
Sincerely, |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE NEAR FUTURE (Irving Berlin) From: GUEST,.gargoyle Date: 03 Sep 10 - 03:16 PM Perhaps some of the most universally identified four notes.
Irving Berlins "The Near Future" copyright 1919
How dry I am, how dry I am
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[The Spirit of Alcohol:]
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SAME FOUR Notes and phrase appearing in:
Ship me east of Cairo land Where the best is like the worst
Water, water, everywhere
Nobody knows - How dry I Am
Just to lie around lazy
Sincerely,
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Subject: Lyr Add: THAT'S WHY I'M HERE (Kenny Chesney) From: Roger in Baltimore Date: 03 Sep 10 - 02:01 PM A country favorite of my is Ken Chesney's "That's why I'm Here". That's Why I'm Here lyrics No I ain't had nothing to drink I knew that's probably what you'd think If I dropped by this time of night Remember way back when I promised you I'd drop in At one of those meetings down at the Y Well, they started talkin bout steps you take Mistakes you make The hearts you break And the price you pay I almost walked away You could hear a pin drop When this old man Stood up and said I'm gonna' say it again Like I do every week For those who don't know me It's the simple things in life Like the kids at home and a loving wife That you miss the most, when you lose control And everything you love starts to disappear The devil takes your hand and says no fear Have another shot, just one more beer Yah, I've been there, that's why I'm here This ole boy stood up in the aisle Said he'd been living a life of denial And he cried as he talked about wasted years I couldn't believe what I heard It was my life word for word And all of the sudden it was clear It's the simple things in life Like the kids at home and a loving wife That you miss the most, when you lose control And everything you love starts to disappear The devil takes your hand and says no fear Have another shot, just one more beer Yah, I've been there, that's why I'm here I know for us it may be too late But it would mean the world to me If you were there when I stand to say It's the simple things in life Like the kids at home and a loving wife That you miss the most, when you lose control And everything you love starts to disappear The devil takes your hand and says no fear Have another shot, just one more beer Yah, I've been there, that's why I'm here Oh, I've been there, that's why I'm here Roger in Baltimore |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: Jack Campin Date: 03 Sep 10 - 09:46 AM Spelling: Immanuel Kant Schopenhauer Hegel Wittgenstein Schlegel Nietzsche shandy Aristotle Hobbes Rene Descartes |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: GUEST Date: 02 Sep 10 - 11:55 PM Monty Python emanual kant was a real pissant who could drink you under the table david hume could outconsume Schopenhouer and hagle and litginstein was a beery swine who was just as sloshed as shlagle There's nothing Nitsche couldn't teach ya bout the raising of the wrist socrates himself was permanently pissed John Stuart mill, of his own free will on a half a pint of shanty was particularly ill Plato they say, could stick it away half a crate of whiskey every day aristottle aristottle was a bugger for the bottle hobbs was fond of his dram an' rene decart was a drunken fart, I drink therefore I am Yes socrates is particularily missed a lovely little thinker, but a bugger when he's pissed |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: LadyJean Date: 01 May 10 - 12:43 AM There's a wonderful French song calles "Sans Souci". If my French and my memory were a bit better I'd write it out. "Father Dear Father Come Home" comes from a novel called "Ten Nights In a Bar Room", which accounts the troubles the Sickle and Sheaf tavern create in a small New England town. My mom used to sing a parody of it, with the chorus, "Oh the doors swing in and the doors swing out. And some pass in, while others pass out. Your father I fear is having a beer, behind those swinging doors." But I've forgotten a few of the verses. I'd be thrilled if someone else knew them and posted them. There's always "Farewell to Whiskey", which being by Robert Burns is fairly moving. |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: GUEST,Clontarf83 Date: 01 May 10 - 12:30 AM If you are interested I wrote and recorded a lament for a woman friend who died of alcoholism--they found her dead at the foot of her christmas tree where she had been wrapping presents for her estranged children, with two forty pounders of vodka on the floor beside her. Not sure how to send it to you--I have an mp3 file |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: kendall Date: 30 Apr 10 - 07:44 PM Sunday morning coming down. Little Blossom Shingling the rum sellers roof |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: John Routledge Date: 30 Apr 10 - 07:20 PM Thanks Joe. I rushed down this thread to put The Reunion by Cyril Tawney down and there it was. Haven't heard Cyril singing it but Martin Wyndham-Read does as quietly chilling version. |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: Joe_F Date: 30 Apr 10 - 06:31 PM "Reunion", by Cyril Tawney, is a *non*drinking song by someone who knows he can't handle the stuff. |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: VirginiaTam Date: 30 Apr 10 - 05:44 PM Old King Beer A Pint of Contraception Drop of Nelson's Blood Old Dun Cow Doll Thy Ale |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: GUEST,russell j baines Date: 30 Apr 10 - 05:40 PM alcoholic's melody |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: reggie miles Date: 10 Jan 08 - 01:30 AM Here's one that came to be after listening to a musical partner tell me all of the various ways that he knew to refer to being drunk. I then started a thread here and asked for the same input before crafting the following. Drunk Reggie Miles © 2004 On Monday we get plastered with martinis till we're lewd On Tuesday we go to the pub and drink beer until we're screwed On Wednesday we hang at the bar and down too many keggers On Thursday we're found at the lounge test hopping liquor flavors On Friday evening we begin our weekend drinkathon On Saturday we celebrate by getting loaded all day long On Sunday we slow down a bit and sip wine until we're feelin' no pain Because tomorrow is the day we get to start all over again And we'll get pickled, pissed, plowed, parboiled, polluted to the gills, And we'll get sloppy, smashed, soaked, and stewed until we've had our fills And we'll get tangle footed, tight as a drum, and three sheets to the wind And tomorrow is the day that we'll get drunk all over again On Monday we get rummy with Bicardi till we stammer On Tuesday we go pubbin' and guzzle Guiness till we're hammered On Wednesday we hang at the bar, slammin' down the Yeagers On Thursday we're found at the lounge with Johnny Walker's favors On Friday morning we begin our drinkend week-a-thon On Saturday we celebrate with Jack Daniels all day long On Sunday we slow down a bit and sip Smirnoff till we're feelin' no pain Because tomorrow is the day we get to start all over again And we'll get tipsy, totaled, tanked up, toasted till we've had enough And we'll get wobbly, well oiled, wrecked, and wasted, wiped out, from the stuff And we'll get lit up, loaded, fallin' down, feelin' it, and then Tomorrow is the day that we'll get drunk all over again And we'll get liquored up, over the limit, looped, and lubricated We'll get ripped, embalmed, sauced and then thoroughly marinated We'll be seein' double, blind, and glazed and dazed till who knows when And tomorrow is the day we get to start all over again Oh tomorrow is the day that we'll get drunk all over again And we'll get breathalyzed, DWIs, jail time, and courtroom fines We'll be 86ed, searched, and cuffed, for weavin' o'er them centerlines And we'll get impound fees, towing bills, revoked licenses and then Tomorrow is the day we start our twelve steps over again Yes, tomorrow is the day we join AA all over again How dry I am.... |
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Subject: Lyr Add: LIGHTNING BAR BLUES (Hoyt Axton) From: GUEST,Andy, Port Erin, I-O-M Date: 10 Jan 08 - 12:29 AM My favourite of all time is LIGHTNING BAR BLUES, written by Hoyt Axton but performed by many, many artistes. The best version I ever heard was by Shakin' Stevens and The Sunsets (before the "hit" period". Quite outstanding. These are the lyrics: Lightning Bar Blues by Hoyt Axton CHORUS: I don't need no diamond ring I don't need no Cadillac car Just want to drink my Ripple wine Down in the Lightnin' Bar Down in the Lightnin' Bar Some people value fortune and fame I don't care about 'em none Just want to drink my Ripple wine I want to have my good time fun Have my good time fun CHORUS When I die don't cry for me Don't bury me at all Place my livin', laughin', lovin' bones In a jar of alcohol Hundred proof alcohol CHORUS ©1970 Lady Jane Music (BMI) |
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