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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: Don(Wyziwyg)T Date: 28 Jan 05 - 07:23 PM Add in the Irish cautionary tale "THE JUICE OF THE BARLEY". and Mike Harding's "I ain't Gonna Drink No More", which expresses the results in a tight little chorus:- Hughie Hughie Hughie Hughie, Ruth Ruth Ruth, Hughie Hughie Hughie Hughie, Ruth Ruth Ruth, Oh man, I ain't gonna drink, I ain't gonna drink no more. Don T. |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: Les from Hull Date: 28 Jan 05 - 07:30 PM Fogie - the song you might want is 'Whiskey, you're the devil' And while I'm here, my favourite alcosong is Loudon Wainwright's WINE WITH DINNER. |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: GUEST,Bob Coltman Date: 28 Jan 05 - 07:56 PM Forgive me if I list any already cited, but I think these are new to this thread. Whiskey You're the Devil, The Parting Glass - easiest found by Clancy Bros.. who also recorded any number of other good boozers, as did Patrick Galvin, A.L.Lloyd and others from the eastern side of the water. Cruiskeen Lawn Let Her Sleep Under the Bar No More Booze - it's in Sandburg, maybe as Fireman Save My Child The Stout Family (Glorious, Glorious) Quartermaster's Corps Never Get Drunk No More... and also the classic recitation, "Last Night I Decided To Give Up Drinking," which was recorded in a shortened and somewhat dulled-down version by Johnny Bond as TEN LITTLE BOTTLES. However, I agree, we're largely suggesting songs for drinkers and drunks. Songs for alcoholics per se is a much different and more disenchanted group. What about "Morning-After" songs? "Kicking-the-Habit" songs? More to the point, what exactly IS a "song for alcoholics" apart from drinking & drunk songs? |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE WINE SONG (Grant Baynham) From: JennyO Date: 28 Jan 05 - 10:56 PM "The Parting Glass" a song for alcoholics? That's stretching it a bit! Now here's one I have posted before. It's about getting drunk, and it's very funny. I think it's worth adding to this thread: THE WINE SONG by Grant Baynham There are those who like their wine Because it adds sophistication To that hearty meal they're serving to their friends. And there are those who like their wine Because it helps in the creation Of that party feel on which so much depends. And there are those who'd like their wine To come from eastward-facing chateaux On the plateaux of Lorraine and all that bunk But their motives are not mine And I like lots and lots of wine And I like it 'cos it makes me drunk. There are those who take a glass Because it helps them to relax They find it helps their social manner to improve Well, that's a jolly useful scheme Which I have taken to its logical extreme: I sometimes get so well-relaxed I can't move And there's another kind of fellow Drinks champagne to make him mellow And he swears by Cliquot, Bollinger and Brut Well, I tried some Brut meself I found it on the bathroom shelf And he was right: it got me mellow as a newt. You can judge your wine by the quality of the vine, Its colour and bouquet and all that junk. But it all comes back to the falling over factor And the fact that it gets you drunk. There are those who like to think That it's important what you drink They haven't got an inkling what it's all about They spend their evenings wasting Decent drinking time by tasting Drops of this and that, then spitting it all out. They pass along the tables Strewth, they even read the labels Muttering things like, "What a shame The cork has shrunk" Or "fruity nose" or "too much tannin" When they ought to get a man in Who appreciates the chance to get drunk. They waste their time describing What they ought to be imbibing Which is wine of course, although you'd never think it. 'Cos they use words like "young but promising, " "Precocious," "full of fun"; You'd think they were going to adopt the stuff Not drink it. And at a meal these silly asses Have a row of empty glasses A different wine with every dish they eat. Me, I mix whatever's handy In a stiff, all-purpose shandy Which goes very nice with fish or Shredded Wheat. You can judge your wine by the quality of the vine Its colour and bouquet and all that junk But it all comes back to the falling over factor And the fact that it gets you drunk And there are those who take delight Pronouncing all the labels right They roll their r's and do those German glottals. Me, I couldn't give a monkey's 'Cos the stuff for getting drunk is On the inside not the outside of the bottles So if you have a cheese and wine Invite your friendly Philistine Call me drunkard, call me sot Or call me wino. What do I know? You'll find me in the kitchen I'll be giggerlin' and twitchin' Having a sup and throwing up Across your lino You can judge your wine by the quality of the vine Its colour and bouquet, if you insist… But it all comes back to the falling over factor And the fact that it gets you Misty-eyed and mellow, gets you Maudlin, mawkish, miserable and PISSED! |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: GUEST Date: 28 Jan 05 - 11:33 PM Carrickfergus and NOTTINGHAM ALE |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: GUEST,Brandy Date: 29 Jan 05 - 01:27 AM Don't forget "...HAVE SOME MADEIRA, M'DEAR... It's surely much better than beer...." B! |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: GUEST,Enderby Date: 31 Jan 05 - 08:52 PM 'Yes I guess they oughta name a drink after you' by John Prine from Diamonds in the Rough. 'Farewell to Whiskey' sung by Dave Gaughan, don't know who wrote it though.... |
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Subject: Lyr Add: GOD LOVES A DRUNK (Richard Thompson) From: Jim Dixon Date: 20 Feb 05 - 11:13 PM Mentioned by Oggie above: Lyrics copied from MySongBook.de GOD LOVES A DRUNK (Richard Thompson) Will there be any bartenders up there in Heaven? Will the pubs never close? Will the glass never drain? No more D.T.s and no shakes and no horrors, And the very next morning you feel right as rain. But God loves a drunk, the lowest of men, Like the dogs in the street and the pigs in the pen; But a drunk's only trying to get free from his body, And he soars like an eagle high up there in heaven, And his shouts and his curses are just hymns and praises To kick-start his mind now and then. God loves a drunk. Come raise up your glasses. Amen. Does God really care for your life in the suburbs? A dull little life full of dull little things, And bring up the babies to be just like Daddy, And maybe you'll be there when He gives out the wings. But God loves a drunk, although he's a fool, And he wets in his pants, and he falls off his stool, And he can't hear the insults and whispers go by him As he leans in the doorway and sings 'Sally Rackett', And he can't feel the cold rain beat down on his body And soak through his clothes to the skin. God loves a drunk. Come raise up your glasses. Amen. Will there be any pen pushers up there in Heaven? Does clerking and wage-slaving win you God's love? I pity you worms with your semis and pensions If you think that'll get you to the kingdom above. But God loves a drunk, although he's a clown, And you can't help but laugh as he gags and falls down, And he don't give a curse for what people think of him, And he screams at his demons alone in the darkness. He's staying alive for just one more pint bottle. Won't you throw him a few pennies, friend? God loves a drunk, for ever and ever. Amen. (As sung by Norma Waterson) |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: thespionage Date: 21 Feb 05 - 01:06 AM Although not a folk song, "Master of the House" from Herbert Kretzmer's English translation of the pop opera Les Misérables is great on the topic of drinking. Russ |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: MAG Date: 21 Feb 05 - 12:05 PM Van Morrison also did one about working the 12 steps -- can't remember the name of the recording off the top of my head. |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: Davetnova Date: 22 Feb 05 - 03:14 AM to the tune Love Me Tender |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: Jim Dixon Date: 12 Apr 05 - 09:19 PM I found this list posted at another forum: http://ilx.wh3rd.net/thread.php?msgid=2062844 (and I tidied it up a bit). $500 Bottle of Wine (Fall) A Drunk Can't Be a Man (Merle Haggard) All That Wine Is Gone (Big Jay McNeely) Alligator Wine (Screamin' Jay Hawkins) Baptize Me in Wine (Screamin' Jay Hawkins) Bartender's Blues (George Jones) Beer Drinkin' Woman (Memphis Slim) Bloody Mary Morning (Willie Nelson) Blues in the Bottle (Holy Modal Rounders) Booze in the Bottle (Carter Brothers) Booze, Tobacco (Butthole Surfers) Bottles and Barstools (Jerry Lee Lewis) Buddy Stay off That Wine (Betty Hall Jones) Champagne and Wine (Otis Redding) Cocktails for Two (Art Tatum) Daddy's Drinking Up Our Christmas (Commander Cody) Daddy's Moonshine Still (Dolly Parton) Don't Come Home A-Drinkin' (With Lovin' on Your Mind) (Loretta Lynn) Don't Drink That Wine (NWA) Don't Take My Whiskey Away (Wynonie Harris) Down Where the Drunkards Roll (Richard & Linda Thompson) Drink Too Much (Macka B) Drink Up and Be Somebody (Merle Haggard) Drinkin' by Myself (Wynonie Harris) Drinkin' CV Wine (Howlin' Wolf) Drinkin' Sherry Wine (Wynonie Harris) Drinkin' Wine Spo-Dee-O-Dee (Jerry Lee Lewis) Drunk Country (Midfield General) Drunk on the Moon (Tom Waits) Drunked Hearted Man (Robert Johnson) Gin House Blues (Bessie Smith, Nina Simone) Gin Soaked Boy (Tom Waits) Give Me Yo' Most Strongest Whisky (Denise LaSalle) Happy Hour (Ted Hawkins) Heartaches and Hangovers (George Jones) Heaven Was a Drink of Wine (Merle Haggard) Hittin' the Bottle Again (John Lee Hooker) Honky Tonk Song (George Jones) Honky Tonk Wine (Jerry Lee Lewis) I Ain't Drunk (Jimmy Liggins) I Don't Wanna Sober Up Tonight (Merle Haggard) I Drink and Gamble (James Brown) I Gotta Get Drunk (George Jones, Merle Haggard, Willie Nelson) I Think I'll Just Stay Here and Drink (Merle Haggard) If Drinkin' Don't Kill Me (Her Memory Will) (George Jones) I'll Give You Something to Drink About (George Jones) I'll Leave the Bottle on the Bar (Merle Haggard) I'm Not Drinking Any More (I'm Not Drinking Any Less) (Chris Wall) Jockey Full of Bourbon (Tom Waits) Last Orders (Fall) Last Orders Please (Faces) Me and My Gin (Dinah Washington) Misery and Gin (Merle Haggard) One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer (John Lee Hooker) One for My Baby (Frank Sinatra) One Mint Julep (Louis Prima, Clovers, Ray Charles) Pink Champagne That Left Me Feeling Blue (Joe Liggins) Quiet Whiskey (Wynonie Harris) Red, Red Wine (Tony Tribe) Sally, Where'd You Get Your Whiskey? (Reverend Gary Davis) Sloppy Drunk Blues and Straight Alcy Blues (Leroy Carr) Snake Bite (Denim) Straight No Chaser (Thelonious Monk) Streams of Whiskey (Pogues) Sunday Morning Coming Down (Willie Nelson) Sweet Was the Wine (Impressions, Persuasions) Swinging Doors (Merle Haggard) Tennessee Whiskey (George Jones) The Bottle (Tammy Wynette) The Kneeling Drunkard's Plea (Louvin Brothers) The Piano Has Been Drinking (Not Me) (Tom Waits) The Price on the Bottle (Louvin Brothers) The Warm Red Wine (George Jones) There Stands the Glass (Jerry Lee Lewis) Tom Drunk (U-Roy) Tom Traubert's Blues (Four Sheets To The Wind In Copenhagen) (Tom Waits) Tonight the Bottle Let Me Down (Merle Haggard, Elvis Costello) Two More Bottles of Wine (Delbert McClinton) Warm Beer and Cold Women (Tom Waits) What's Made Milwaukee Famous (Jerry Lee Lewis) Whiskey and Wimmen (John Lee Hooker) Whiskey in the Jar (Thin Lizzy) Whiskey Made Me Drunk (Rosco Gordon) Whiskey River (Willie Nelson) White Lightnin' (George Jones) Why Am I Drinkin' (Merle Haggard) Wine Spodee-O-Dee (Lightnin' Hopkins) Wine Wine Sweet Wine (Wynonie Harris) Wine Women and Rock 'n' Roll (Swamp Dogg) Wino the Clown (George Jones) Yesterday's Wine (George Jones) You Only Tell Me You Love Me When You're Drunk (Pet Shop Boys) |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: Severn Date: 12 Apr 05 - 10:14 PM I found an LP in a library sale recently by The American Music Group, a student chorus at ths U. of Illinois (Urbana-Champaign)!?!?! of nothing but temperance music, gleaned from the Womens Christian Temperance Union Francis Willard Library For Alchohol Research. The songs date from 1878-1939 and were taken from various publications and songbooks of the day, with such hits as "Tell Mother I'll Vote Dry", Wine is A Mocker" Lillie Of The Snowstorm" The Dead March Of The Saloon" and "When The Girls Can Vote". 24 Hits in all! Interesting, if quaint, stuff! Unfortunately, no lyric sheets included. It's called "The American Music Group Volume 2 Temperance Music (LP 260-02) and came out in 1972. Their adress then was: The American Music Group PO Box 2866 Station A Champaign, Illinois 61820. This LP was one of a set of four I found. Volume 4 was of Sacred Harp music. Vol. 1 was Excerpts from The Young Folks Glee Book (1856) and Vol. 3 was Solo songs w/ Four Part Chorus. Interesting period gems abound among the sometimes hokey and trite, but i just thought direct you to the biggest storehouse of anti-drink songs I know. Back to the pub, everybody!!! |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: Severn Date: 12 Apr 05 - 10:29 PM "The Drunken Driver"-Molly O'day, Stanley Bros, NLC Ramblers, among others Just about every plot twist imaginable all in one glorious old time country weeper. |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: GUEST,.gargoyle Date: 12 Apr 05 - 11:53 PM jOhn O joHn
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Subject: ADD: I Likes a Drop of Good Beer From: Joe Offer Date: 22 Nov 06 - 11:14 PM This being Thanksgiving and a day for celebrating gluttony and such, maybe we need these words of inspiration from the American Memory Collection of the Library of Congress. IMPRINT New York, New York: H. De Marsan RELATED NAME(S) Publisher: H. De Marsan SHELF LOCATION American Song Sheets, Series 2, Volume 1 I LIKES A DROP OF GOOD BEER.One of Harry Pearson's Celebrated Comic Songs, as sung by H. C. WINTON, at his popular Social Scirées. I'm Roger Rough, a ploughman, A ploughman's son am I, And like my thirsty feyther, My throttle's always dry; Let t' world go wrang, to me it's reet.. What need I interfere?.. I work and I sing from morn till neet, And then I drinks my beer; For, I likes a drop o' good beer, I does. I'm fond of a drop o' good beer, I is; Let gentlemen fine sit down to their wine, But I likes a drop o' good beer, I does. There's Sarah, that's my wife, sir, Loves beer as well as me, Who's the happiest woman in life, sir, Who's happy as woman can be: Who does her work, takes care t'bairns.. No gossiping neighbors near.. And, as every Saturday neet returns, Like me, Sal drinks her beer; For, Sarah likes her beer, she does; She's fond on a drop of good beer, she is: Let gentlemen fine sit down to their wine, Sarah she likes her beer, she does. There's my ow'd man, God bless him! He's now turned eighty-five; Hard work can never distress him, He's the happiest chap alive; He labors well, 'as gotten his health, His heart and head is clear; Possessed of these, he needs no wealth; So he sings, and drinks his beer; For, the ow'd man likes his beer, he does, He's fond on a drop of good beer, he is: Let gentlemen fine sit down to their wine, But the ow'd man likes his beer, he does. So, lads, need no persuasion, But fill your glasses round; We'll never fear invasion, While barley grows i' th' ground; Let discord cease, and joys increase Wi' every coming year; Possessed of these, and blessed wi' peace, Why, we'll sing and we'll drink our beer; For, we likes a drop of good beer, we does, We're fond on a drop of good beer, we is; Let gentlemen fine sit down to their wine, But we likes a drop of good beer, we does Stamped: 152 H. DE MARSAN, Publisher, 54 Chatham Street, New-York. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: ALCOHOL (from The Kinks) From: number 6 Date: 22 Nov 06 - 11:24 PM This song has been mentioned up above ... as far as I'm concerned it's the best 'alcoholic' song I ever heard. Alcohol ... by Ray Davies (the Kinks) Here is a story about a sinner, He used to be a winner who enjoyed a life of prominence and position, But the pressures at the office and his socialite engagements, And his selfish wife's fanatical ambition, It turned him to the booze, And he got mixed up with a floosie And she led him to a life of indecision. The floosie made him spend his dole She left him lying on skid row A drunken lag in some salvation army mission. It's such a shame. Oh demon alcohol, Sad memories I cannot recall, Who thought I would say, Damn it all and blow it all, Oh demon alcohol, Memories I cannot recall, Who thought I would fall a slave to demon alcohol. Barley wine pink gin, He'll drink anything, Port, pernod or tequila, Rum, scotch, vodka on the rocks, As long as all his troubles disappeared. But he messed up his life and he beat up his wife, And the floosie's gone and found another sucker She's gonna turn him on to drink She's gonna lead him to the brink And when his money's gone, She'll leave him in the gutter, It's such a shame. Oh demon alcohol, Sad memories I cannot recall, Who thought I would fall, A slave to demon alcohol. biLL |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE DARK, SLENDER LADDIE / AS BEURLA From: An Buachaill Caol Dubh Date: 23 Nov 06 - 12:17 PM There's a joke about, "What's the difference between a Drunk and an Alcoholic?", the answer being, "A Drunk doesn't have to go to the meetings..."; but, when I mentioned this in conversation with an alcoholic some years ago, he answered, "A Drunk enjoys it", so maybe it's not so funny after all. Anyway, bearing in mind this distinction, and what an earlier poster wrote about songs for Drinkers/Drunkards as distinct from songs for Alcoholics, how about the eighteenth-century song by Sean O'Seanachainn (Sean Aerach), which may be translated as "THE DARK, SLENDER LADDIE"? This version "As Beurla" is closely modelled on the translation by Donal O'Sullivan in his "Songs of the Irish", 1960. When I'm at the market, some cloth to purchase, And hold the earnest within my hand; The dark, slender laddie still seeks and searches Till he slips beside me, and there he'll stand. It's not long after my senseless laughter Will reach the rafters, so bright and bould; And I'm tormented, for my money's spent, and My clothes still unmended, and me sterved wi' could. The "Buchaill Caol Dubh" is learned and charming, Open-handed, of aspect fine; And he has left me destroyed, he's bereft me Of health and fortune, of land and kine. Tho' I'd cross over the stormy ocean, From the Port of Howth to Inis Mhor, Swift as a swallow, my track he'd follow, And by the morrow, he'd be on the shore. Queen Aobhill of Thomond met us, roaming Along the roadways, and to the lad said she, Let him me abandon, and she would grant him A hundred drunkards... instead of me. Right firm and boldly, the laddie told her He'd always hold to so close a friend; For ever faring throughout all Erin, My fortune sharing until the end. This version keeps a bit closer to the Irish original than O'Sullivan's, and tries to preserve something of the internal rhyming and assonance characteristic of songs "As Gaelige". Cheers! An Buachaill Caol Dubh. |
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Subject: RE: Wanted: Songs for alcoholics! From: Jill Date: 23 Nov 06 - 05:54 PM What about "Goodbye Booze" and "Won't Get Drunk No More", on Alex Campbell's album Goodbye Booze. Happy Thanksgiving! Jill |
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Subject: Lyr Add: WHITE WINOS (Loudon Wainwright III) From: Jim Dixon Date: 09 Jan 08 - 07:15 PM You can hear an archived radio program that contains this song: Click to play and then advance to 51 minutes, 30 seconds from the beginning of the sound file. WHITE WINOS Loudon Wainwright III Mother liked her white wine when she was alive. She was desperate to live, but her limit was five. Carefully I'd kiss her, send her off to bed. We always stuck with white wine. We stayed away from red. Always stick with white wine. Stay away from— Mother liked her white wine. She'd have a glass or two Almost ev'ry single night after her day was through: Sancerre, chardonnay, Chablis, pinot grigio, Just to take the edge off, just to get the glow. You've got to take the edge off if you want to get the— Mother liked her white wine. She'd have a glass or three, And we'd sit out on the screen porch, white winos, mom and me. We'd talk about her childhood, recap my career. When we got to my father, that was when I'd switch to beer. We got to the old man and I'd always switch to— Mother liked her white wine. She'd have a glass or four, Each empty bottle a dead soldier. The marriage was no more. When we blurred the edges, when we drank a lot, That's when I got nervous, when the glow got hot. I always get nervous when the glow gets— I still like my white wine and I'll have a glass or two, And when I'm down, I'll drink some whiskey. It's something I shouldn't do. And ev'ry now and then I'll take a drop of red, When I'm with a woman that I want to take to bed, When I'm with a woman that I want to take— Mother liked her white wine when she was alive. She was desperate to live, but her limit was five. Carefully I'd kiss her, send her off to bed. Thank God we stuck to white wine and we stayed away from— Mother liked her white wine. [Recorded by Loudon Wainwright III on his album "Last Man on Earth," 2001. It's also featured in the soundtrack of the film "28 Days," and on the soundtrack album.] |
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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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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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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 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: 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: 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: 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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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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: GUEST Date: 15 Nov 21 - 05:40 PM Think about this : https://youtu.be/jmnXV_ssatw |
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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: Felipa Date: 07 Dec 21 - 06:53 AM The Land of the Gael posted on Mudcat |
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