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Wino
02:40
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I am an old wino with a story to tell
Of a weekend in heaven though some call it hell
I start every day with a shit and a puke
Just like my old buddy Charlie the Buke
When you gas up the car you fill up the tank
But expect me to get by on a gallon a day
I am no car, Im a wino, you see
And need at least two gallons of Carlos Rossi
You can flush a toliet but you cant flush me
Im the king of the 21st century
My hide is tougher than a rhino
But my heart is soft ........Im a wino!
I love all the women and they used to love me
Now even the squirrels think Im out of my tree
I walk like a monkey but im feeling fine
Even my vomit is sweet like my wine
I might shit my pants but i dont shit my friends
Im preaching the gospel..its the time of the end
Im faithful nd fearless and still full of spunk
When they drop the big one im sure to be drunk
So come all you young men, so big and so bold
Leave the beer in the freezer, let it get cold
Come down to the beach, youll find me in the sand
Passed out but still puking,,Can you lend me a hand?
We will all go together to the land of regret
I have the goblet that will help us forget
We will go to the graveyard like children to their beds
And we will all be so drunk
we wont know that we are dead.
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Stumble down, you 59ers
Into your early graves
No more shall you be drinking
What in life you craved
Here is a final shot of bourbon
Wash it down with a glass of beer
This is the last glass you will be raising
You will not see your 60th year
Alone in your special sadness
Your life has never been in balance
Yours is the song of the songless bird
A sadness beyond words
Stumble down, my departed sister
It is not such a long way down
In your life, you have fallen futher
Than a ghost in a ghost town
The spirits took you higher
Than a rocket to the moon
Why did nobody warn you
You would be dying soon
Alone in your special sadness
Your life has never been in balance
Yours is the song of the songless bird
A sadness beyond words
Stumble down, my dear old daddy
Down the banks of the River Styx
You are the last of your battalion
The Last of the Bastardly Six
It was down by the Cedar River
That I was hit by a speeding car
I was crossing the avenue
To pull you out of that stinking bar
We were off to do some fishing
Me with my bear claws, you with your beer
But you left me on the roadside
Now Im waiting for you here
So stumble down, you 59ers
Into your early graves
No more shall you be wallowing
In the rotgut that you craved
Sad beyond words
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V1
hands are moving slowly
on the faded wall clock
the bar is clearing out
maybe I should stop
drinking down my sorrows
alone on a bar stool
someday, I promise,
stop is what I will do...
PC1
but today I am a
tears in my beers kind of fool...oo...oo
C
five empty bottles
and a full ashtray
lights way down low
as breakup songs play
tomorrow might be
a better day
but I’ll take another beer
and cigarette today
V1
bartender is cleaning
all the glassware
put the closed sign up
while I’m drinking here
he says he will call
a taxi for me to go
I grab my beer to leave
as I shake my head no...
PC1
as tonight I’m a
lonely guy with no place to go... oh... oh...
C
five empty bottles
and a full ashtray
lights way down low
as breakup songs play
tomorrow might be
a better day
but I’ll take another beer
and cigarette today
B
if you would come back now
I’d try to clean up my act
I know you’ve heard that before
and someday it will be a fact....
PC1
but tonight I am
okay wallowing where I’m at...yeah..yeah..
C
five empty bottles
and a full ashtray
lights way down low
as breakup songs play
tomorrow might be
a better day
but I’ll take another beer
and cigarette today
TAG
yeah, I’ll have another beer
and cigarette today..
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The Art of Drinking
03:44
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Thirty years ago I put the bottle down
Last night I went to the corner bar
And bought the house a round
Every single glass was raised
To cheer me with a toast
I touched the glass to my lips
Then poured the liquor down my throat
I hadnt tasted paradise
In thirty sacred years
The warmth spread through my body
And brought my sul to tears
Then I set my glass down
And waved the bar goodbye
I know what would have happened
If I kept on drinking with the guys
Drinking may well be a sin
but it isnt a disease
Its a moral inclination
like a Frenchman wth his cheese
An alki is a junkie
Who can resist another pop
Ive learned the art of drinking
Is knowing when to stop
Some say one drink is too many
And ten are not enough
Ex smokers go back to a pack a day
After daring to take one puff
As if a human being
is too weak to work his will
A sober drumk is still a drunk
Who walks the edge of Hell
So of you need a label
to keep from falling in
Call yourself an alcoholic
Put the shine back on your skin
But I think this AA business
Is a lot of bunk
If you keep on ordering
round after round
You are bound
To become a drunk
Drinking may well be a sin
but it isnt a disease
Its a moral inclination
like a Frenchman wth his cheese
An alki is a junkie
Who can resist another pop
Ive learned the art of drinking
Is knowing when to stop
Drinking is a pleasure
That most people enjoy
Whether on a girls night out
Or a night out with the boys
A glass of holiday cheer
Or a pint of ballpark beer
Sometimes when you dine
You want to drink a little wine
But there are some who get up in the morning
And their whole world is dead
Nothing comes alive
Until the liquor hits their head
Its an alternative reality
The one where drunkards dwell
There i heartbreak, sickness, and loneliness
In the Jack Daniels Hotel
Drinking may well be a sin
but it isnt a disease
Its a moral inclination
like a Frenchman wth his cheese
An alki is a junkie
Who can resist another pop
Ive learned the art of drinking
Is knowing when to stop
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Save That Piece, Harold
01:55
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You better save that piece harold
You might be hungry in the morning
Take your cake across the lake
Before the dancing girls start pouring
Nobody ever said
You have to be perfect
Just find out what you are
And try to stay that way
Theres a line for the soup
And another line for the sermon
Choose your line and stay in line
You can eat or you can pray
You better save that piece harold
There are dragons on the windshield
Eight legged flies falling from the skies
Into the barren field
You better save that piece harold
Its time to step down from the table
If you are able to stay on your feet
You better make haste and run to the stable
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Dance With Me, Donna
02:21
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I used to see you here
Every saturday nght
sometimes on the dancefloor
Sometimes in the spotlight
I came in just now
To check out the view
Forty years have gone by
I didnt expect to see you
So Dance With Me, Donna
Im buying the next round
Ill keep my hands above your waist
And Ill try not to fall down
Im not the slob I used to be
Im giving you lots of room
I wont push your fig
If you dont pull my prunes
You always were my favorite
Girl in the back up choir
The way you sang, the way you moved
Was hotter than fire
Dorry I got so out of hand
And overstepped my bounds
But the way you shook those peaches
Could make a bullfrog hump a hound
Dance With Me, Donna
Dance With Me, Donna
Dance With Me, Donna
Dance With Me, Donna
Dance With Me, Donna
Beneath the emerald Moon
I know you cant forgive me
For the things I used to do
I kissed you in front of your lover
Then I kissed your lover too
Donna I still love you now
As I loved you then
But I tried to be your lover
before I was your friend
Dance With Me, Donna
This is the last dance of the day
When the musics over
Theres gonna be hell to pay
The living will stand down
And the rotten dead will rise
And no more shall i gaze
Into your tired, emerald eyes
Dance With Me, Donna
Dance With Me, Donna
Dance With Me, Donna
Dance With Me, Donna
Dance With Me, Donna
Beneath the emerald Moon
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i know you dont like it when I call you baby
So dont flake out on me dont make me crazy
ill be pulling in at mindnight, pulling oit at half past three
So dont be late, baby dont flake out on me
i left you for another a year ago today
i was the one who was leaving
you were the one who got away
when we were in the garden, you were planting seeds
i was trimming hedges and rooting up the weeds
in the dark you asked e what i wanted most
the words of love and passion
or the kiss of the holy ghost
tis better, says the messenger, to marry than to burn
if again i leave you no more shall i return
im crossing clear to the other side
above the wind and sleet and rain
i see you running as i slide away
bringing me the last of the courvasier
dont leave me in the past, all dead and buried
why cant t be like it was
before you got married?
if you fly from these mountains to the clouds of solid rock
who will be your lover, the sparrow or the hawk?
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Put the Blame on Me
03:59
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I just woke up sick again
from the poison night before
I tried to get into emergency
but they woudnt let me through the door
Went into convulsions on the boulevard
Opened up your letter
You words hit me so hard
If you want to blame somebody
For all the hate and misery
Put the blame on me
O loitered on the corner
Took your written abuse
A hustler hit me up for a cigarette
but i couldnt shake one loose
He ran a finger acrss his scar
A woman in a window came down into the street
and disappeared into a bar
If you want to blame somebody
For how ridiculous ife can be
Put the blame on me
I spare changed outside a liquor store
Until I got enough for some gin
Threw my shirt into the gutter
and wiped the vomit from my chin
Picked through a garbage can for some magazines
Got the geeling it was gonna be
Another bloody Halloween
If you want to blame somebody
For what went wrong between you and me
Put the blame on me
A naked man who started to run
was shot down by the cops
O was stomped i a junkyard by Mexicans
When I was running props
In the alley at gunpoint a frightened kid
Was forced to give up his head
And you write me this letter
that makes me wish that I was dead
If you want to blame somebody
Im not about to cop a plea
Put the blame on me
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Lyrics:
When Whiskey Won't Play Nice
© 2019 Cindy Prince
At first it was fun
Coming a little undone
Relaxing with my friends
At first it was one
Then on a whiskey run
But this has got to end
Chorus
First it was once then it was twice
Then over and over until I lost count
When whiskey won't play nice
And I'm falling drunk on the ground
Straight up or on cubes of ice
I found out that whiskey won't play nice
Bridge
Whiskey sure made me a fool
Like wearing that dunce cap in school
It's not fun like before
When my face hit the floor
I gotta find my way outta this
I don't know what's in store
But I'm walking out that door
I'm climbing up out of this mess
Repeat chorus
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1,
How come you think that you know me?
Who I am?
What I am supposed to be?
I try to fly with made up wings
While the choir
of better knowing sings
CH
It Feels like I’m falling a part
In burning pieces of a heart
Cant find me
help
who am I now?
I try to fly
but dunno know how
Im falling down like broken glass
The burning shards are all that last
2,
Im walking with you... but alone
Wonder if
you really are my home?
Black shades are crawling
in between
Eternal, changeless, and unseen.
CH
It Feels like I’m falling a part
In burning pieces of a heart
Cant find me
help
who am I now?
I try to fly
but dunno know how
Im falling down like broken glass
The burning shards are all that last
2,
I feel you ... jet I run away
Wonder if
there will be another day
What ones was love has burned
to sand
We both dream of the greener land
CH
It Feels like I’m falling a part
In burning pieces of a heart
Cant find me
help
who am I now?
I try to fly
but dunno know how
Im falling down like broken glass
The burning shards are all that last
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Back to Whiskey River
03:16
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It was a river of whiskey
That brought me to your prison
Let whiskey river take me home
I was a drunk, I hit stone bottom
I killed a man in a bar fight
There was a riot n my cell block
I was running to save my life
I didnt mean to kill that gaurd
He had me in a strangle hold
It was him or me I told myself
So I wrote my own parole
It was a river of whiskey
That brought me to your prison
Let whiskey river take me home
Now its time to meet the hangman
Its time to pay the price
I came in darkness to the world
Because of me, two men have died
Before you put me in the ground
Let me have another round
Let me go back to whiskey river
One last time before I die
Let me go back to whiskey river
Where my lonesome memories flow
Let m go back to whskey river
Where I can face my death alone
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