jdj
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Wed Sep-29-04 12:15 AM
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I'm watching this show on the greatest Drinking Songs, they are doing country music, my favorite is "It Won't Hurt" by Dwight Yoakam, and if it doesn't win, I'll be seriously pissed
"It won't hurt when I fall down from this bar stool And it won't hurt when I stumble in the street It won't hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery But even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me
Today I had another bout with sorrow You know this time I almost won If this bottle would just hold out 'til tomorrow I know that I'd have sorrow on the run
Chorus: It won't hurt when I fall down from this bar stool And it won't hurt when I stumble in the street It won't hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery But even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me
Your memory comes back up with each sunrise I reach out for the bottle and find it's gone Yeah, Lord, somewhere every night the whiskey leave me To face this cold, cold world on my own
Chorus: It won't hurt when I fall down from this bar stool And it won't hurt when I stumble in the street It won't hurt 'cause this whiskey eases misery But even whiskey cannot ease your hurting me"
I also think "One scotch, one bourbon, one beer" by George Thorogood is another good one, any others, esp. ones that aren't country?
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Wed Sep-29-04 12:39 AM
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1. The Pogues. Sickbed of Cuchuliann, Sally MacLennane & Streams of Whiskey |
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Sickbed of Cuchuliann (You can look up the other two...) You can't beat the Irish for drinking songs.
Mccormack and richard tauber are singing by the bed There’s a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head There’s devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands You need one more drop of poison and you’ll dream of foreign lands
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 brought 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 lousy drunken bastards singing billy is 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
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Wed Sep-29-04 12:47 AM
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I love songs with stand alone lyrics, all too rare these days!
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Wed Sep-29-04 01:03 AM
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3. Well, Garth Brooks won with "Low Places" a decent song, |
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Edited on Wed Sep-29-04 01:05 AM by jdjkkse
but the one they had that was funny was David Allen Coe's "You never even call me by my name" that starts "I was drunk the day my mama got out of prison..."
here it is:
YOU NEVER EVEN CALLED ME BY MY NAME (Steve Goodman) David Allan Coe - 1975
WELL, IT WAS ALL THAT I COULD DO TO KEEP FROM CRYIN' SOMETIMES IT SEEMED SO USELESS TO REMAIN BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO CALL ME DARLIN', DARLIN' YOU NEVER EVEN CALL ME BY MY NAME
YOU DON'T HAVE TO CALL ME WAYLON JENNINGS AND YOU DON'T HAVE TO CALL ME CHARLIE PRIDE AND YOU DON'T HAVE TO CALL ME MERLE HAGGARD ANYMORE EVEN THOUGH YOU'RE ON MY FIGHTIN' SIDE
AND I'LL HANG AROUND AS LONG AS YOU WILL LET ME AND I NEVER MINDED STANDIN' IN THE RAIN BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO CALL ME DARLIN', DARLIN' YOU NEVER EVEN CALLED ME BY MY NAME
WELL, I'VE HEARD MY NAME A FEW TIMES IN YOUR PHONE BOOK (Hello, Hello) AND I'VE SEEN IT ON SIGNS WHERE I'VE PLAYED BUT THE ONLY TIME I KNOW I'LL HEAR "DAVID ALLAN COE" IS WHEN JESUS HAS HIS FINAL JUDGMENT DAY
SO I'LL HANG AROUND AS LONG AS YOU WILL LET ME AND I NEVER MINDED STANDIN' IN THE RAIN BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO CALL ME DARLIN', DARLIN' YOU NEVER EVEN CALLED ME BY MY NAME
SPOKEN: WELL, A FRIEND OF MINE NAMED STEVE GOODMAN WROTE THAT SONG AND HE TOLD ME IT WAS THE PERFECT COUNTRY & WESTERN SONG. I WROTE HIM BACK A LETTER AND I TOLD HIM IT WAS NOT THE PERFECT COUNTRY & WESTERN SONG BECAUSE HE HADN'T SAID ANYTHING AT ALL ABOUT MAMA, OR TRAINS, OR TRUCKS, OR PRISON, OR GETTIN' DRUNK. WELL HE SAT DOWN AND WROTE ANOTHER VERSE TO THE SONG AND HE SENT IT TO ME, AND AFTER READING IT, I REALIZED THAT MY FRIEND HAD WRITTEN THE PERFECT COUNTRY & WESTERN SONG. AND I FELT OBLIGED TO INCLUDE IT ON THIS ALBUM. THE LAST VERSE GOES LIKE THIS HERE:
WELL, I WAS DRUNK THE DAY MY MOM GOT OUT OF PRISON AND I WENT TO PICK HER UP IN THE RAIN BUT BEFORE I COULD GET TO THE STATION IN MY PICKUP TRUCK SHE GOT RUNNED OVER BY A DAMNED OLD TRAIN
AND I'LL HANG AROUND AS LONG AS YOU WILL LET ME AND I NEVER MINDED STANDIN' IN THE RAIN NO, A' YOU DON'T HAVE TO CALL ME DARLIN', DARLIN' YOU NEVER EVEN CALL ME WELL I WONDER WHY YOU DON'T CALL ME WHY DON'T YOU EVER CALL ME BY MY NAME
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