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Thread #118898   Message #3517305
Posted By: Jim Dixon
20-May-13 - 04:43 PM
Thread Name: Songs about Home Brewed Beer
Subject: Lyr Add: LOGGERS HOME BREW (Buzz Martin)
LOGGERS HOME BREW
As sung by Buzz Martin on "Where There Walks a Logger There Walks a Man/A Logger's Reward) [That is, 2 LPs reissued as one CD.]

Well, my buddy called me up on the telephone; he said, "Come on over tonight.
I just bottled up a batch about a month ago; it oughta be just about right."
Well, we set around a-drinkin' and lyin' to one another till I guess about one or two.
Man, you don't know what a hangover is till you get one from drinkin' home brew.
(Man, you don't know what a hangover is till you get one from drinkin' home brew.)

We been tryin' to make a decent batch o' that brew for such a long time now,
But each one seems a little worse than the last; you'd think we'd finally learned how.
We got the recipe from a logger; let me tell this story to you:
Ever since that day, we been tryin' to make one decent batch o' home brew.
(Man, you don't know what a hangover is till you get one from drinkin' home brew.)

Well, my buddy and me we was just nineteen, and the back of our ears still damp,
When we moved up forty-eight miles from town and went to work in this loggin' camp.
Them old loggers kept a crock in the corner that stunk to the heavens blue,
And, gathered around that potbellied stove, we tasted our first home brew.
(Man, you don't know what a hangover is till you get one from drinkin' home brew.)

Them old loggers they'd drink that brew until some went out o' their minds.
Couple of the others they turned on their brothers, an' one of 'em went stone blind,
But we kept on a-sippin' and samplin' until one day we finally knew
That we was just as bad as the rest o' those guys; we was hooked on that old home brew.
(Man, you don't know what a hangover is till you get one from drinkin' home brew.)

Everything was OK until one day when we helped 'em clean out their crock.
There was somebody's old long-lost suspenders and a halfway wore-out sock.
There was gnats and bugs and mosquitoes and flies and I guess a bedbug or two.
They just laughed and said, "That adds a flavor to a logger's old home brew."
(Man, you don't know what a hangover is till you get one from drinkin' home brew.)
They just laughed and said, "That adds a flavor to a logger's old home brew."