Drinking Songs (Hic!)

It was an early Sunday morning
And the church was crowded full
Old elder Brown was rave'n

He was angry as a bull
The congregation sensed it
And they knew just what he meant
When he said my text today is
You sinners must repent

Who threw the whisky in the well (in the well)
Who threw the whisky in the well (in the well)
Cause Deacon Jones knelt down to pray
All he said was "Hey Hey"
So who threw the whisky in the well (in the well)
(Now who threw the whisky in the well) In the well
(Who threw the whisky in the well) In the well


-Wynonie Harris
 
Well, show me the way
To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
Show me the way
To the next whiskey bar

-The Doors
 
The old man is waiting For to carry you to freedom
Follow the drinking gourd cause the unicorn said to
Follow the drinking gourd
Follow the drinking gourd
For the old man is waiting
For to carry you to freedom
Follow the drinking gourd
Riverbed makes a mighty fine road
The dead trees will show you the way
And it's left foot, peg foot traveling on
Follow the drinking gourd


-Jefferson Starship
 
I've wasted years now listening to you say you want me
That you'd marry me when you were free to choose
But I've opened up my eyes, see your words are only lies
So I've taken on a lover to replace you

There is nothing I can get from you that I can't get from a bottle
I still get the morning after shame, still lay in bed and curse your name all afternoon
I still smoke cigarettes for dinner, instead of going out and finding someone new
There is nothing I can get from you that I can't get from a bottle


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

Grape wine in a Mason jar
Homemade and brought to school
By a friend of mine 'n' after class
Me and him and this other fool decide
That we'll drink up what's left
Chug-a-lug, so we helped ourself
First time for everything
Hmm, my ears still ring

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

4-H and FFA
On a field trip to the farm
Me 'n' a friend sneak off behind
This big old barn where we uncovered
A covered-up moonshine still
And we thought we'd drink our fill
And I swallered it with a smile
Bll-bbb, I run ten mile

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

Jukebox 'n' sawdust floor
Sumpin' like I ain't never seen
And I'm just goin' on fifteen
But with the help of my finaglin'
Uncle I get snuck in
For my first taste of sin
I said, "Lemme have a big old sip"
Bll-bbb, I done a double back flip

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

— Roger Miller
 
"Drink to me, drink to my health
You know I can't drink any more"
"Drink to me, drink to my health
You know I can't drink any more"



Picasso’s Last Words --- Wings
 
So I stop in the local bar you know people
I go to the bar, I ring my coat, I call the bartender
Said look man, come down here, he got down there
So what you want?
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
Well I ain't seen my baby since I don't know when
I've been drinking bourbon, whiskey, scotch and gin
Gonna get high man I'm gonna get loose
Need me a triple shot of that juice
Gonna get drunk don't you have no fear
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
But I'm sitting now at the bar
I'm getting drunk, I'm feelin' mellow
I'm drinkin' bourbon, I'm drinkin' scotch, I'm drinkin' beer
Looked down the bar
Here come the bartender
I said look man, come down here
So what you want?
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No I ain't seen my baby since the night before last
Gotta get a drink man I'm gonna get gassed
Gonna get high man I ain't had enough
Need me a triple shot of that stuff
Gonna get drunk won't you listen right here
I want one bourbon, one shot and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
Yeah
Scratch my back, baby
Ah
Now by this time I'm plenty high
You know when your mouth a-getting dry
You're plenty high
Looked down the bar I say to my bartender
I said look man, come down here, he got down there
So what you want this time?
I said look man, a-what time is it?
He said the clock on the wall say three o'clock
Last call for alcohol
So what you need?
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No I ain't seen my baby since a nigh' and a week
Gotta get drunk man 'til I can't even speak
Gonna get high man listen to me
One drink ain't enough Jack you better make it three
I want to get drunk I'm gonna make it real clear
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
 
Now every morning just before breakfast
I don't want no coffee or tea
Just me and my good buddy Weiser
That's all I ever need
'Cause I drink alone, yeah
With nobody else
Yeah, you know when I drink alone
I prefer to be by myself
Yeah, the other night I laid sleeping
And I woke from a terrible dream
So I caught up my pal Jack Daniel's
And his partner Jimmy Beam
And we drank alone, yeah
With nobody else
Yeah, you know when I drink alone
I prefer to be by myself
Yeah, the other day I got invited to a party
But I stayed home instead
Just me and my pal Johnny Walker
And his brothers Black and Red
And we drank alone, yeah
With nobody else
Yeah, you know when I drink alone
I prefer to be by myself
Yeah my whole family done give up on me
And it makes me feel oh so bad
The only one who will hang out with me
Is my dear old granddad
And we drink alone, yeah
With nobody else
 
Well, my baby, she don't want me around
She said she's tired of watchin' me fall down
She wants the good life (ow), only the best
But I like that bottle better than the rest
And she said I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble
Well, I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble
Well, I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble
If you take your whiskey (whoa)
Well, that liquor in the nighttime leaves strange memories
Seems a lifetime since yesterday
Come the daybreak, come the tomorrow,
That woman's waited up all night for me again
She said well, I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble
Yeah, I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble
Yeah, you know that you're headed for a lot of trouble
If you take your whiskey home
Some goes to women, some goes to Jesus,
Though I'm absolutely certain both's all right
But it takes me at least halfway to the label
'Fore I can even make it through the night
Well, I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble
Yeah, yeah I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble
Baby yeah, I think that you're headed for some trouble
If you take your whiskey home
 
When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in Cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
Frank Ryan bought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid
And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the Yids
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn, we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair
And in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout
But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out
They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains
So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn, we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair
You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl?
There was lazy drunken bastards singing "Billy In The Bowl"
They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church
Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box
Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But you'll stick your head back out and shout "we'll have another round"
At the graveside of Cuchulainn, we'll kneel around and pray
And God is in His heaven, and Billy's down by the bay
 
In Heaven there is no beer
That's why we drink it here
And when we're gone from here
All our friends will be drinking all that beer
 
Last night as I slept
I dreamt I met with Behan
I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day
When questioned on his views
On the crux of life's philosophies
He had but these few clear and simple words to say
I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
I have cursed, bled and sworn
Jumped bail and landed up in jail
Life has often tried to stretch me
But the rope always was slack
And now that I've a pile
I'll go down to the Chelsea
I'll walk in on my feet
But I'll leave there on my back
Because I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
Oh the words that he spoke
Seemed the wisest of philosophies
There's nothing ever gained
By a wet thing called a tear
When the world is too dark
And I need the light inside of me
I'll walk into a bar
And drink fifteen pints of beer
I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
 
But fifteen minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient Irish history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
By five o'clock in the evening
Every bastard there was piskey
Fare thee well, going away
There's nothing left to say
Farewell to New York City boys, to Boston and PA
He took them out with a well-aimed clout
And we often heard him say
I'm a free-born man of the USA
 
Bottle of wine
Fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober?
Leave me alone
Let me go home
Let me go home and start over
Ramblin' around this dirty old town
And singin' for nickels and dimes
Times gettin' rough
I ain't got enough
To buy me a bottle of wine
Bottle of wine
Fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober?
Leave me alone
Let me go home
Let me go home and start over
A pain in my head
There's bugs in my bed
My pants are so old that they shine
Out on the street, I tell the people I meet
To buy me a bottle of wine
Bottle of wine
Fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober?
Leave me alone
Let me go home
Let me go home and start over
Bottle of wine
Fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober?
Leave me alone
Let me go home
Let me go home and start over
Bottle of wine
Fruit of the vine
When you gonna let me get sober?
Leave me alone
Let me go home
Let me go home and start over
Let me go home and start over
 
Went to a party
I danced all night
I drank 16 beers and I started up a fight
But now I am jaded
You're out of luck
I'm rolling down the stairs, too drunk to fuck
I'm too drunk to fuck
You're too drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck
I'm too drunk, too drunk
Too drunk to fuck
I like your stories
I love your gun
Shooting out cop tires sounds like loads and loads of fun
But in my room
Wish you were dead
You bawl like the baby in Eraserhead
I'm too drunk to fuck
I'm too drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck
It's all I need right now
Too drunk to fuck
I'm too drunk to fuck
You're too drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck
I'm sick soft gooey and cold
Too drunk to fuck
I'm about to drop
My head's a mess
The only salvation is I'll never see you again
You give me head
It makes it worse
Take out your fuckin' retainer, put it in your purse
I'm too drunk to fuck
You're too drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck
It's all I need right now, oh baby
I'm melting like an ice cream bar, oh baby
And now I got diarrhea
Too drunk to fuck
 
I really do appreciate the fact you're sittin' here
Your voice sounds so wonderful
But yer face don't look too clear
So bar maid bring a pitcher, another round o' brew
Honey, why don't we get drunk and screw
Why don't we get drunk and screw
I just bought a water bed, it's filled up for me and you
They say you are a snuff queen
Honey I don't think that's true
So, why don't we get drunk and screw
Why don't we get drunk and screw
I just bought a waterbed it's filled up for me and you
They say you are a snuff queen
Honey I don't think that's true
So why don't we get drunk and screw
Yeah, now baby I say, (Lord!)
Why don't we get drunk and screw
 
Damn you Amber, hadn't gotten there yet.
Sorry honey. It is my quick fingers 😈

If you not drunk ladies and gentlemen
Get ready to get fucked up
Let's do it, ha-ha
LMFAO, you know what?
Lil Jon, yeah
All of the alcoholics, where you at?
Let's go, hey
Hey, hey, hey, uh-huh
Hey, hey, hey, let's go, yeah
When I walk in the club, all eyes on me
I'm with the party rock crew, all drinks are free
We like Ciroc, we love Patron
We came to party rock, everybody it's on
Shots shots shots shots shots
Shots shots shots shots shots
Shots shots shots shots shots
Shots, everybody
Shots shots shots shots shots
Shots shots shots shots shots
Shots shots shots shots shots
Shots, everybody
The ladies love us when we pour shots
They need an excuse to suck our cocks
(Suck my cock)
We finna get crunk, how 'bout you?
Bottoms up, let's go round two
Shots shots shots shots shots
Shots shots shots shots shots
Shots shots shots shots shots
Shots, everybody
Shots shots shots shots shots
Shots shots shots shots shots
Shots shots shots shots shots
Shots, everybody
If you ain't getting drunk, get the fuck out the club
If you ain't takin' shots, get the fuck out the club
If you ain't come to party, get the fuck out the club
Now where my alcoholics? Let me see your hands up
What you drinkin on?
Jaegerbombs
Lemondrops
Buttery Nipples
Jello Shots
Kamikaze
Rewindin'
Fuck all that shit
Get me some gin
Shots, Patron's on the rocks and I'm ready for some
Shots, the women come around everytime I'm pourin'
Shots, their panties hit the ground everytime I give 'em
Shots, so cups in the air, everybody let's take shots
If you feelin' drunk put your hands in the air
And if you trying to fuck put your hands in the air
Now say, "I'm fucked up"
(I'm fucked up)
I'm fucked up
(I'm fucked up)
I'm trying to fuck
(I'm trying to fuck)
I'm trying to fuck
(I'm trying to fuck)
Shots, Patron's on the rocks and I'm ready for some
Shots, the women come around everytime I'm pourin'
Shots, their panties hit the ground everytime I give 'em
Shots, so cups in the air, everybody let's take shots
I'm fucked up
 
Snortin' whiskey and drinkin' cocaine
We're snortin' whiskey and drinkin' cocaine
Got this feelin' I'm gonna drive that girl insane
Your like a bad river baby, your all over town
Your like a bad river baby, your all over town, all over town
I may be confused but you know I sure ain't down
I'm a fast movin' baby I can show you around
I got so much cocaine ain't never comin' down
Snortin' whiskey and drinkin' cocaine
Got this feelin' I'm gonna drive that girl insane, insanity
Snortin' whiskey, drinkin' cocaine
We're snortin' whiskey and I'm, I'm drinkin' cocaine
Got this feelin' I'm gonna drive that girl insane
Got this feelin' I'm gonna drive that girl insane
 
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