For St. Patrick's we had cabbage Corn beef stew, egg salad sandwich Then came whiskey from the basement Danced all night into the dawn, then held our
've been feeling blue I think I need a little whiskey or two Be my friend, tell me where that place is Where the whiskey flows and the dices roll till dawn
Full of beer, full of cries in a drunken town fight And in the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who's born On a hot muggy morn by the dawn's early
dies Full of beer, full of cries in a drunken town fight In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who's born On a hot muggy morn by the dawn's early
the sink The girl with the strong arm killed an innocent bystander That leaves you with a mental picture The girl with the strong arm drank straight whiskey
I knew of two sisters whose name it was Christmas And one was named Dawn of course, the other one was named Eve I wonder if they grew up hating the season
Swingin' doors, sawdust floors A heartache drowns as the whiskey pours There's a hole in the wall from some free for all The ringin' crack of that old
loaded guns There?s a midnight ride on a fast train headed somewhere I?ll be born again with the rising of the sun Resurrection, Resurrection I woke with dawn
Drinking whiskey from an open toed shoe Farm hand and an evening glove Puttin' on a kiss that will last until dawn I'm going to town with my best dress
Full of beer, full of cries in a drinkin' down fight But in the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who's born On a muggy hot morn by the dawns early
it's eagle soul I nearly broke down and cried But the split tongue spirit laughed at me He says, "Your serpent cannot be denied" Our serpents love the whiskey
you on Until it?s time for me to go She only cries at night When the children are gone She gets up to ???? her eyes In the blue light of the dawn Laying
boy can survive And a country boy can survive See, I can plow a field all day long I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn We make our own whiskey and
made the barroom look mighty dim. Me and three old timers all hunkered at the bar. Bought four shots of whiskey with money that I squandered from a penny jar. Whiskey
. And we're just like yesterday's headlines: drifting, floating, towards the blaze. 'If we rob the liquor store we could be in Tijuana by the crack of dawn
Full of beer, full of cries In a drunken down fight And in the port of Amsterdam There's a sailor who's born On a muggy hot morn By the dawn's early