fezzman
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Roxanne is the best drunk karaoke song...EVER! People who couldn't sing sober absolutely kill this song. I've had to walk out of a bar laughing before because of this song.
Best drinking songs...
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Rhoobarb
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fezzman said:
That's a great one! Right up there wth Cheap Trick's Surrender - especially when you get to the "we're all alright" part...
One I like to hear or sing to myself when I'm drinking:
Bare Naked Ladies - Alcohol
Chairman Cheyco said:
I thought this an odd choice since it is relatively obscure in the states and I'm not sure how much airplay he gets anywhere else. Steve Earle seems to do things that make him less accessable, namely:
- American Taliban
- Going bluegrass (with Del McCoury)
- Being a general badass
- Telling the Country Music Industrial Complex to FO.
Funny, when I was in Calgary driving to Banff on Sunday I head Copperhead road.
If you really want to drink, remove all sharp objects and weapons and listen to Billy Austin a few dozen times.
ETA: Shut Up and Die Like an Aviator
feedthebear
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fezzman said:
I had a buddy that got drunk and karaoked Like a Virgin by Madonna. People were falling down laughing.
I got in on the back end of this thread, but I thought I should throw my picks into the pot.
1) Social Distortion (Ball and Chain, etc. etc.)
2) Mike Ness (solo stuff after Social Distortion)
3) Mighty Mighty Bosstones (Royal Oil, Toxic Toast, Knock on Wood)
I have gone through and gotten a LOT of the before recommended songs. Dropkick Murphys kick ass!!!!!!!:rockin:
Inspired me to make a drinking songs playlist!
1) Social Distortion (Ball and Chain, etc. etc.)
2) Mike Ness (solo stuff after Social Distortion)
3) Mighty Mighty Bosstones (Royal Oil, Toxic Toast, Knock on Wood)
I have gone through and gotten a LOT of the before recommended songs. Dropkick Murphys kick ass!!!!!!!:rockin:
Inspired me to make a drinking songs playlist!
Pale Ale Dale
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Too Drunk to **** by The Dead Kennedys an absolute classic..
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Pale Ale Dale
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Pale Ale Dale said:
Went to a party
I danced all night
I drank 16 beers
And I started up a fight
But now I'm jaded
You're out of luck
I'm rolling down the stairs
Too drunk to ****
Too drunk to ****
Too drunk to ****
Too drunk
To ****
I'm too drunk, too drunk, too drunk
To ****
I like your stories
I like your gun
Shooting out cop tires
Sounds like loads and loads of fun
But in my room
Wish you were dead
You ball like the baby
In Eraserhead
Too drunk to ****
Too drunk to ****
Too drunk
To ****
It's all I need right now
Too drunk to ****
Too drunk to ****
Too drunk to ****
Too drunk
To ****
I'm sick soft gooey and cold
Too drunk to ****
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 ****in' retainer
Put it in your purse
Too drunk to ****
You're too drunk to ****
Too drunk To ****
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 **** Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah Yeah,
Yeah Oooohhh...
olllllo said:
You beat me too this one!!
I also like:
"In Muenchen steht ein Hofbraeuhaus,
Oans Zwoa, G'suffa. . .
Da laeuft so manches Faeschen aus,
Oans, Zwoa, G'suffa
Da laueuft so manches braver Mann,
Oans, Zwoa, G'suffa,
g'zeigt was er vertragen kann,
schon frueh am Morgan fing er an,
und spaet am Abend kam er heraus,
so steht's im Hofbrauehaus. . . "
Truble
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Wild Rover was already covered with pride...
Bog down in the valley
All for me Grog
Whiskey in the Jar (this was hit too I think)
Wild Colonial Boy
four green fields (not exactly cheery, but always requested from my family)
The End (not in the genre I have been following, but one of my favs)
Bog down in the valley
All for me Grog
Whiskey in the Jar (this was hit too I think)
Wild Colonial Boy
four green fields (not exactly cheery, but always requested from my family)
The End (not in the genre I have been following, but one of my favs)
The Pogues! and sometimes the popes (with shane macgowan)
basicly just Shane MacGowan (LEGEND)
i like to sing along drunk with my dad !!
If anyone hasnt heard the pogues, ur missin out. listen to them... do it now!
basicly just Shane MacGowan (LEGEND)
i like to sing along drunk with my dad !!
If anyone hasnt heard the pogues, ur missin out. listen to them... do it now!
Fiery Sword
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A few months ago, while the idea of "blogging" was still interesting to me (no offense to any proponents, but i ended up finding it kind of creepy in the end) i ran off a rant about my favorite 'drinking alone' music. here's a re-post, as it seems to apply to this thread!
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If I'm Drinking Alone, I'm Listening To.....
ANYTHING by George Thorogood I mean, cmon. The guy has MULTIPLE songs about drinking alone, including the obvious I Drink Alone, which contains the appropriate lyrical content such as You know when I drink alone, I prefer to be by myself, and Now, the other night I lay sleeping, and I woke from am terrible dream. So I called up my pal Jack Daniels, and his partner Jim Beam. So George and the Destroyers get a great big honorable mention. If you are just getting your feet wet in Drinking Alone, George Thorogood is a great beginners intro! Bottoms up!
Nebraska by Bruce Springsteen - 1978 For me, a lot of early Bruce can be Drinking Alone music. Even the youthful, jangling Greetings From Asbury Park from 1973. That album, his first, kind of introduces all of these young, reckless characters that, by the time Bruce records Darkness on the Edge of Town in 1978 are dispersed, troubled, and failing to make it as adults in the real world. If that progression holds true, these same characters by 1982s Nebraska are all fugitives, murderers, gamblers, and downtrodden drifters. Isolation and desperation drip off this record like sweat off your forehead on a slow, muggy summers day.
Well our luck may have died, and our love may be cold,
But with you forever Ill stay
Were goin out where the sands turn into gold
Put on your stockings, baby, the nights getting cold
Well, everything dies, baby thats a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put you makeup on, fix you hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
This album can cover Angry, Frustrated Drinking Alone to Melancholy, Sad Drinking Alone. It is very versatile, and very thorough in its bleakness. Even the sound is eerie Springsteen recorded the entire album by himself on a tape four-track. When he brought these demo tapes to his million-dollar studio and listened to them with his band, they all decided the emotional desperation and isolation caught on these tapes would be unachievable as a group. This album is a testament to all of us people whove found themselves in over our heads at times in this life. This album is an essential item in any true I Drink Alone collection, even if you arent a big Springsteen fan.
Heartattack and Vine by Tom Waits 1980 This is the Mach Daddy of Drinking Alone. And beer isnt good enough. Dont even THINK of disrespecting Mr. Waits by sipping a weak mixed drink or a pink wine cooler with this on. Its bottom shelf whiskey here. Plastic bottle. Maybe on the rocks, but thats it. And you have to kill the bottle....no sipping. You will find yourself stumbling around slurring along with an obviously drunk Tom Waits echoing such classing lines as Dont you know there aint no devil, its only God when hed drunk. This is the kind of Drinking Alone music where you dont answer the phone, dont get the door, and dont even remotely feel like cheering up. Total burn out as opposed to fading away. While this album is only for the most experienced Drink Aloneer, it should be waiting in the wings of ever collection. Someday, someday. Just keep trying.
From a Basement on an Hill by Elliot Smith 2003/2004 Perhaps its that this album came out a year after Smith died. Perhaps its that he died by stabbing himself in the heart.....twice. Perhaps its that this event is seemingly foreshadowed in the lyrics (specifically in A Fond Farewell). Perhaps it was the Elliot had deteriorated to a paranoid, rambling heroin and crack addict and these influences crept into the very sound of his voice. This album is truly, truly sad. A guy with so much promise and talent, as displayed on the masterwork albums XO and Figure 8, just should not crash this hard. All associations with his personal lifes sadness aside, there is some serious sad songwriting here. And in classic Elliot Smith style the bad news is delivered in a beautiful, almost soothing way. This album is a great big contradiction of love and hate, isolation and interaction, fading beginnings and approaching endings. Even when Im not, this album makes me want to pull the shades, dim the lights and pull up a cooler. It is sad, almost pathetic. Like watching the self-destruction of an artist, all recorded on tape. If you want this feeling condensed into unbelievingly potent strength, listen to some of the bootleg shows recorded in the year leading up to his suicide (Belly Up Tavern in particular). He performs alone and he sounds absolutely horrible. He forgets lyrics, chords, and rambles on in a trembling, thin voice between song parts. It is too sad to listen to and too sad, in fact, for Drinking Alone.
Deliverance (1994) /Wiseblood (1996) by Corrosion of Conformity and Angel Dust (1992) by Faith No More These all share a spot under the Ass-Kicking type of Drinking Alone where there is no introspection, not regret, no sadness. Just anger, aggression and more anger. If youve never listened to Woodpecker From Mars and imagined your 75-foot-tall self smashing your way down Broadway, Your Town with lead ****kicker boots, fireball throwing hands and laser-beam eyesight you are WAY to normal for me. Get angry, get alone, get drunk, and blast any of these albums. Who needs a shrink? Thats therapy.
Honorable Mentions:
Bridge Over Troubled Water Simon & Garfunkel 1970 Sad/Calm/Introspective
Let It Be The Beatles 1970 Reminiscing
It This It? The Strokes 2001 The days the used to be/Reminiscing
ANYTHING by Creedence because Creedence is ALWAYS good. so that automatically places it in any situational music list.
ANYTHING by Zeppelin same as above
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If I'm Drinking Alone, I'm Listening To.....
ANYTHING by George Thorogood I mean, cmon. The guy has MULTIPLE songs about drinking alone, including the obvious I Drink Alone, which contains the appropriate lyrical content such as You know when I drink alone, I prefer to be by myself, and Now, the other night I lay sleeping, and I woke from am terrible dream. So I called up my pal Jack Daniels, and his partner Jim Beam. So George and the Destroyers get a great big honorable mention. If you are just getting your feet wet in Drinking Alone, George Thorogood is a great beginners intro! Bottoms up!
Nebraska by Bruce Springsteen - 1978 For me, a lot of early Bruce can be Drinking Alone music. Even the youthful, jangling Greetings From Asbury Park from 1973. That album, his first, kind of introduces all of these young, reckless characters that, by the time Bruce records Darkness on the Edge of Town in 1978 are dispersed, troubled, and failing to make it as adults in the real world. If that progression holds true, these same characters by 1982s Nebraska are all fugitives, murderers, gamblers, and downtrodden drifters. Isolation and desperation drip off this record like sweat off your forehead on a slow, muggy summers day.
Well our luck may have died, and our love may be cold,
But with you forever Ill stay
Were goin out where the sands turn into gold
Put on your stockings, baby, the nights getting cold
Well, everything dies, baby thats a fact
But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
Put you makeup on, fix you hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
This album can cover Angry, Frustrated Drinking Alone to Melancholy, Sad Drinking Alone. It is very versatile, and very thorough in its bleakness. Even the sound is eerie Springsteen recorded the entire album by himself on a tape four-track. When he brought these demo tapes to his million-dollar studio and listened to them with his band, they all decided the emotional desperation and isolation caught on these tapes would be unachievable as a group. This album is a testament to all of us people whove found themselves in over our heads at times in this life. This album is an essential item in any true I Drink Alone collection, even if you arent a big Springsteen fan.
Heartattack and Vine by Tom Waits 1980 This is the Mach Daddy of Drinking Alone. And beer isnt good enough. Dont even THINK of disrespecting Mr. Waits by sipping a weak mixed drink or a pink wine cooler with this on. Its bottom shelf whiskey here. Plastic bottle. Maybe on the rocks, but thats it. And you have to kill the bottle....no sipping. You will find yourself stumbling around slurring along with an obviously drunk Tom Waits echoing such classing lines as Dont you know there aint no devil, its only God when hed drunk. This is the kind of Drinking Alone music where you dont answer the phone, dont get the door, and dont even remotely feel like cheering up. Total burn out as opposed to fading away. While this album is only for the most experienced Drink Aloneer, it should be waiting in the wings of ever collection. Someday, someday. Just keep trying.
From a Basement on an Hill by Elliot Smith 2003/2004 Perhaps its that this album came out a year after Smith died. Perhaps its that he died by stabbing himself in the heart.....twice. Perhaps its that this event is seemingly foreshadowed in the lyrics (specifically in A Fond Farewell). Perhaps it was the Elliot had deteriorated to a paranoid, rambling heroin and crack addict and these influences crept into the very sound of his voice. This album is truly, truly sad. A guy with so much promise and talent, as displayed on the masterwork albums XO and Figure 8, just should not crash this hard. All associations with his personal lifes sadness aside, there is some serious sad songwriting here. And in classic Elliot Smith style the bad news is delivered in a beautiful, almost soothing way. This album is a great big contradiction of love and hate, isolation and interaction, fading beginnings and approaching endings. Even when Im not, this album makes me want to pull the shades, dim the lights and pull up a cooler. It is sad, almost pathetic. Like watching the self-destruction of an artist, all recorded on tape. If you want this feeling condensed into unbelievingly potent strength, listen to some of the bootleg shows recorded in the year leading up to his suicide (Belly Up Tavern in particular). He performs alone and he sounds absolutely horrible. He forgets lyrics, chords, and rambles on in a trembling, thin voice between song parts. It is too sad to listen to and too sad, in fact, for Drinking Alone.
Deliverance (1994) /Wiseblood (1996) by Corrosion of Conformity and Angel Dust (1992) by Faith No More These all share a spot under the Ass-Kicking type of Drinking Alone where there is no introspection, not regret, no sadness. Just anger, aggression and more anger. If youve never listened to Woodpecker From Mars and imagined your 75-foot-tall self smashing your way down Broadway, Your Town with lead ****kicker boots, fireball throwing hands and laser-beam eyesight you are WAY to normal for me. Get angry, get alone, get drunk, and blast any of these albums. Who needs a shrink? Thats therapy.
Honorable Mentions:
Bridge Over Troubled Water Simon & Garfunkel 1970 Sad/Calm/Introspective
Let It Be The Beatles 1970 Reminiscing
It This It? The Strokes 2001 The days the used to be/Reminiscing
ANYTHING by Creedence because Creedence is ALWAYS good. so that automatically places it in any situational music list.
ANYTHING by Zeppelin same as above
Wheat King
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Fiery Sword said:
good call...good call...
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That really depends on the mood and who I'm drinking with. The first thing that jumps to mind is Judas Priest, but depending on the mood, stuff like Björk, Tool, NIN, Bo Kaspers Orkester (with Swedish friends, but damned good tunes and lyrics!), Jimmy Buffet, Morphine, U2, Tenacious D, Seamus Kennedy...
I tend to like either pretty depressing/heavy stuff or goofy, sappy stuff when I'm drinking.
I tend to like either pretty depressing/heavy stuff or goofy, sappy stuff when I'm drinking.
dancingbarefoot said:That really depends on the mood and who I'm drinking with. The first thing that jumps to mind is Judas Priest, but depending on the mood, stuff like Björk, Tool, NIN, Bo Kaspers Orkester (with Swedish friends, but damned good tunes and lyrics!), Jimmy Buffet, Morphine, U2, Tenacious D, Seamus Kennedy...
I tend to like either pretty depressing/heavy stuff or goofy, sappy stuff when I'm drinking.
Tool, Tenacious D, Buffett....PLEASE post a pic. We need a face to associate your posts with. I know what most of these other dorks look like--some fit the mold and the expectations. You are a mystery!
One I can't stop listening to tonight....
Devil in Miss Jones--Mike Ness (lead singer of Social Distortion)
If you like Rockabilly--download this song.
Devil in Miss Jones--Mike Ness (lead singer of Social Distortion)
If you like Rockabilly--download this song.
Some lyrics...a classic where I come from:
Oh, my name is Sammy Small, f*@&% 'em all
Oh, my name is Sammy Small, f*@&% 'em all
Oh, my name is Sammy Small
And I only have one ball,
But it's better than none at all,
So f*@&% 'em all.
Oh, they say I shot a man, f*@&% 'em all
Oh, they say I shot a man, f*@&% 'em all
They say I shot him in the head
With a f*@&%ing piece of lead,
Now that silly f*@&%er's dead,
So f*@&% 'em all.
Oh, they say I'm going to swing, f*@&% 'em all
Oh, they say I'm going to swing, f*@&% 'em all
Oh, they say I'm going to swing,
From a f*@&%ing piece of string,
What a silly f*@&%ing thing,
So f*@&% 'em all.
Oh, they say I greased the rope, f*@&% 'em all
Oh, they say I greased the rope, f*@&% 'em all
Oh, they say I greased the rope,
With a piece of f*@&%ing soap,
What a stupid f*@&%ing joke,
So f*@&% 'em all.
Oh, the parson he will come, f*@&% 'em all
Oh, the parson he will come, f*@&% 'em all
Oh, the parson he will come,
With his tales of kingdom come,
He can shove 'em up his bum,
So f*@&% 'em all.
Oh, the hangman wears a mask, f*@&% 'em all
Oh, the hangman wears a mask, f*@&% 'em all
Oh, the hangman wears a mask,
For his silly f*@&%ing task,
He can shove it up his a$$,
So f*@&% 'em all.
Oh, the sheriff'll be there too, f*@&% 'em all
Oh, the sheriff'll be there too, f*@&% 'em all
Oh, the sheriff'll be there too,
With his silly f*@&%ing crew,
They've got f*@&%-all else to do,
So f*@&% 'em all.
I saw Molly in the crowd, f*@&% 'em all
I saw Molly in the crowd, f*@&% 'em all
I saw Molly in the crowd, and I felt so f*@&%ing proud
That I shouted right out loud,
So f*@&% 'em all.
Oh, my name is Sammy Small, f*@&% 'em all
Oh, my name is Sammy Small, f*@&% 'em all
Oh, my name is Sammy Small
And I only have one ball,
But it's better than none at all,
So f*@&% 'em all.
Oh, they say I shot a man, f*@&% 'em all
Oh, they say I shot a man, f*@&% 'em all
They say I shot him in the head
With a f*@&%ing piece of lead,
Now that silly f*@&%er's dead,
So f*@&% 'em all.
Oh, they say I'm going to swing, f*@&% 'em all
Oh, they say I'm going to swing, f*@&% 'em all
Oh, they say I'm going to swing,
From a f*@&%ing piece of string,
What a silly f*@&%ing thing,
So f*@&% 'em all.
Oh, they say I greased the rope, f*@&% 'em all
Oh, they say I greased the rope, f*@&% 'em all
Oh, they say I greased the rope,
With a piece of f*@&%ing soap,
What a stupid f*@&%ing joke,
So f*@&% 'em all.
Oh, the parson he will come, f*@&% 'em all
Oh, the parson he will come, f*@&% 'em all
Oh, the parson he will come,
With his tales of kingdom come,
He can shove 'em up his bum,
So f*@&% 'em all.
Oh, the hangman wears a mask, f*@&% 'em all
Oh, the hangman wears a mask, f*@&% 'em all
Oh, the hangman wears a mask,
For his silly f*@&%ing task,
He can shove it up his a$$,
So f*@&% 'em all.
Oh, the sheriff'll be there too, f*@&% 'em all
Oh, the sheriff'll be there too, f*@&% 'em all
Oh, the sheriff'll be there too,
With his silly f*@&%ing crew,
They've got f*@&%-all else to do,
So f*@&% 'em all.
I saw Molly in the crowd, f*@&% 'em all
I saw Molly in the crowd, f*@&% 'em all
I saw Molly in the crowd, and I felt so f*@&%ing proud
That I shouted right out loud,
So f*@&% 'em all.
Sean
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I think Auld Lang Syne, and Don Maclean's "American Pie" are the worst. Someone plays that in a bar after midnight, it's time to run for the door..
Fiery Sword
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As far as one-off songs go - if The Weight (bt The Band) comes on at my local watering hole, it turns into group kareoke night. Similar with Under Pressure (Bowie/Mercury).
I'm partial to filling the internet-jukebox (god bless those things, if your local place don't have one, demand one!!!!) with Nick Drake's Pink Moon or repeating The Velvet Underground's Pale Blue Eyes. nothing like bringing everyone down with you!!!!
I'm partial to filling the internet-jukebox (god bless those things, if your local place don't have one, demand one!!!!) with Nick Drake's Pink Moon or repeating The Velvet Underground's Pale Blue Eyes. nothing like bringing everyone down with you!!!!
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Dude said:
A riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma!
Nah, I'm just your average nerdy spinster. You know, the one who's always got a good sense of a humor and lots of male friends but never dates?
dancingbarefoot said:A riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma!
Nah, I'm just your average nerdy spinster. You know, the one who's always got a good sense of a humor and lots of male friends but never dates?
Yeah.........
*ahem, cough, cough*
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alemonkey
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I still maintain anything by Johnny Cash is the best drinking song anywhere.
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin' .44 beneath my head
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I ran too slow
They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico
Late in the hot joints takin' the pills
In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
You're the dirty heck that shot your woman down
Said yes, oh yes my name is Willy Lee
If you've got the warrant just a-read it to me
Shot her down because she made me sore
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more
When I was arrested I was dressed in black
They put me on a train and they took me back
Had no friend for to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail
Early next mornin' bout a half past nine
I spied the sheriff coming down the line
Ah, and he coughed as he cleared his throat
He said come on you dirty heck into that district court
Into the courtroom my trial began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw the little judge commence to look about
In about five minutes in walked the man
Holding the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read murder in the first degree
I hollered Lawdy Lawdy, have a mercy on me
The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen
99 years in the Folsom pen
99 years underneath that ground
I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down
Come on you've gotta listen unto me
Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed
I stuck that lovin' .44 beneath my head
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run but I ran too slow
They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico
Late in the hot joints takin' the pills
In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown
You're the dirty heck that shot your woman down
Said yes, oh yes my name is Willy Lee
If you've got the warrant just a-read it to me
Shot her down because she made me sore
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more
When I was arrested I was dressed in black
They put me on a train and they took me back
Had no friend for to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail
Early next mornin' bout a half past nine
I spied the sheriff coming down the line
Ah, and he coughed as he cleared his throat
He said come on you dirty heck into that district court
Into the courtroom my trial began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw the little judge commence to look about
In about five minutes in walked the man
Holding the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read murder in the first degree
I hollered Lawdy Lawdy, have a mercy on me
The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen
99 years in the Folsom pen
99 years underneath that ground
I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down
Come on you've gotta listen unto me
Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be
:rockin: I just went to the Aerosmith Concert in Indianapolis last week. So I'd say old Aerosmith tunes. Neil Young is always good drinking music. I've got a Neil Young Concert DVD where he dips his harmonica in Sierra Nevada to give it flavor. Yummy!!!
"Man only counts his disappointments and never his successes." --Fyodor Dostoyevsky
"Man only counts his disappointments and never his successes." --Fyodor Dostoyevsky
OP
OP
My wife doesn't like me listening to "Cocaine Blues" with the babe in the car anymore.... everytime she hears the "shot that bad bitch down" line, she shoots me a dirty look.
EdWort
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Hands down - In München steht ein Hofbräuhau
In München steht ein Hofbräuhaus:
Eins, zwei, g'suffa . . .
Da läuft so manches Fäßchen aus:
Eins, zwei, g'suffa . . .
Da hat so manche braver Mann:
Eins, zwei, g'suffa . . .
Gezeigt was er so vertragen kann
Schon früh am Morgen fing er an
Und spät am Abend kam er heraus
So schön ist's im Hofbräuhaus.
1. Da, wo die grüne Isar fließt,
Wo man mit "Grüß Gott" dich grüßt,
Liegt meine schöne Münch'ner Stadt,
Die ihresgleichen nicht hat.
Wasser ist billig, rein und gut,
Nur verdünnt es unser Blut,
Schöner sind Tropfen gold'nen Wein's,
Aber am schönsten ist eins:
In München steht ein . . . . .
2. Da trinkt man Bier nicht aus dem Glas,
Da gibt's nur "die große Maß!"
Und wenn der erste Maßkrug leer,
Bringt dir die Reserl bald mehr.
Oft kriegt zu Haus die Frau 'nen Schreck,
Bleibt der Mann mal länger weg.
Aber die braven Nachbarsleut',
Die wissen besser Bescheid!
In München steht ein . . . . .
3. Wenn auch so manche schöne Stadt
Sehenswürdigkeiten hat,
Eins gibt es nirgendwo wie hier:
Das ist das Münchener Bier.
Wer dieses kleine Lied erdacht
Hat so manche lange Nacht
Über dem Münchener Bier studiert
Und hat es gründlich probiert.
In München steht ein . . . . .
After 2 or 3 liters of German bier, this song to the tune of the Oompa Band just flows off the tip of the tongue while the bier swings back and forth. Ahhh, memories.
In München steht ein Hofbräuhaus:
Eins, zwei, g'suffa . . .
Da läuft so manches Fäßchen aus:
Eins, zwei, g'suffa . . .
Da hat so manche braver Mann:
Eins, zwei, g'suffa . . .
Gezeigt was er so vertragen kann
Schon früh am Morgen fing er an
Und spät am Abend kam er heraus
So schön ist's im Hofbräuhaus.
1. Da, wo die grüne Isar fließt,
Wo man mit "Grüß Gott" dich grüßt,
Liegt meine schöne Münch'ner Stadt,
Die ihresgleichen nicht hat.
Wasser ist billig, rein und gut,
Nur verdünnt es unser Blut,
Schöner sind Tropfen gold'nen Wein's,
Aber am schönsten ist eins:
In München steht ein . . . . .
2. Da trinkt man Bier nicht aus dem Glas,
Da gibt's nur "die große Maß!"
Und wenn der erste Maßkrug leer,
Bringt dir die Reserl bald mehr.
Oft kriegt zu Haus die Frau 'nen Schreck,
Bleibt der Mann mal länger weg.
Aber die braven Nachbarsleut',
Die wissen besser Bescheid!
In München steht ein . . . . .
3. Wenn auch so manche schöne Stadt
Sehenswürdigkeiten hat,
Eins gibt es nirgendwo wie hier:
Das ist das Münchener Bier.
Wer dieses kleine Lied erdacht
Hat so manche lange Nacht
Über dem Münchener Bier studiert
Und hat es gründlich probiert.
In München steht ein . . . . .
After 2 or 3 liters of German bier, this song to the tune of the Oompa Band just flows off the tip of the tongue while the bier swings back and forth. Ahhh, memories.
mmm beer
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Family Traditions by Hank Williams Jr.
sudsmonkey
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OK, I've seen your picture, thanks to the " Show your ugly mug" thread. Nothing wrong with a nice girl who just happens to understand the art on fermentation. I do think the quote is cool.dancingbarefoot said:
sudsmonkey
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How 'bout David Alan Coe's " Ultimate Country Song" ( Trains, momma, prison)? DAC is a real hardass. His music reflects it.
Also: Anything by the Stones
Black Sabbath
Zeppelin
The Who
Barry Manilow
Also: Anything by the Stones
Black Sabbath
Zeppelin
The Who
Barry Manilow
dblvsn
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Anything by Flogging Molly :rockin: or The Pogues :rockin:
Cheers All!
Cheers All!
cha ngo
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It has been a while since I have read this thread so forgive me if this has already been mentioned, but has anyone heard "The Sad Ballad of Danny Boy" by Floater?
JohnBarleycorn
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John Barleycorn Must Die
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