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Posted on 06/02/2022 5:02:45 PM PDT by fatima
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Yes I Guess They Oughta Name a Drink After You
(John Prine)
Oh, I get drunk most every night
Seems like all we do is fight
The more I drink
The less I feel blue
Sometimes I feel like an awful fool
Spendin’ my life on an old bar stool
And yes, I guess they oughta name a drink after you…
Hi Fatima
“Red Solo Cup” by Toby Keith.
Crawlin'--The Clovers (1953)
Heard him live in Philly many years ago. I liked the ladies leading him out on stage like he was blind.
Here’s a ping.
Ah whiskey!!!
Last night we had a date, we stayed out late
I bought round after round
And just for you I played the fool
Yes, I was quite the clown
Words were spoken, hearts were broken
But now I hope you see
It was the whiskey talkin', not me
I didn't mean, to make a scene
It's really not my style
I raised some Cain and called some names
I guess I got myself a little wild
If I brag too loud and act too proud
Don't blame old Jerry Lee
It was the whiskey talkin', not me
I had myself a little splash
I said "You no good piece of trash"
Shut my mouth all through the night
Oh Lord, my bark's bigger than my bite
If lies were told, if I was bold
Don't take it personally
It was the whiskey talkin', not me
Play it, son!
At the bar I bucked and roared
I picked a fight and I got floored
I had a shot, got plumb insane
Took everybody's name in vain
But all that stuff is just a bluff
I wouldn't hurt a flea
It was the whiskey talking, not me
Here we go, baby! Hang onto my shirt tail!
I wanna hear some fiddle, son, play it!
The old devil makes me do some things
It takes a lot of nerve
How could I sass a gal like you
You're more than I deserve
Don't you get upset and please accept
Old Killer's apology
It was the whiskey talkin', not me
Met up with some more moonshine
My mouth was workin' overtime
Just lettin' off a little steam
I ain't the Killer that I seem
Sometimes I'm strange but I might change
You got my guarantee
It was the whiskey talkin', not me
Yes that old whiskey talkin', not me!
Ah you took mine (I’m a Delaware native). How about Drink Whiskey and Shut Up by Brian Setzer
There used to be a dive bar in Long Beach called The Copper Kettle.
Yes, but who stole the keishka?
“Pop a top” Nat Stuckey.
Wow, hard to believe “99 bottles of beer on the wall” hadn’t been posted, about time to start singing on the way to camp.
Cigareetes, Whuskey and Wild, Wild Women--Red Ingle & His Natural Seven (1948)
Here you go Broken ((((Hugs))))
Beer for my horses” by Toby Keith and Willie Nelson
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o1JOFhfoAD4
Wine spodie odi drinking wine
I almost Jack Daniels Drowned - Billy Joe Shavers
John Anderson did a fine version of this tune.
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