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Best Drinking Songs of All Time

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I get it started with:

There Stands the Glass

 

There Stands the Glass

(Webb Pierce)

 

There stands the glass

Fill it up to the brim

'Til my troubles grow dim

It's my first one today

 

There stands the glass

That will ease all my pain

Make me forget your name

It's my first one today

 

I wonder where you are tonight

I wonder if you are all right

I wonder if you think of me

In my misery

 

There stands the glass

That will open the door

Like it once did before

It's my first one today

 

There stands the glass

Oh, how it beckons to me

How I long to be free

It's my first one today

 

I wonder where you are tonight

I wonder if you are all right

I wonder if you think of me

In my misery

 

There stands the glass

That will sure ease my mind

And will put you behind

It's my first one today

 

There stands the glass...

 

Ted Hawkins did it the best. RIP

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Bad Liver and a Broken Heart

 

Well I got a bad liver and a broken heart

yea I drunk me a river since you tore me apart

and I don't have a drinking problem

cept when I can't get a drink

And I wish you'd a known her

we were quite a pair

she was sharp as a razor

and soft as a prayer

so welcome to the continuing saga

she was my better half

and I was just a dog

and so here am I slumped

I been chippied I been chumped

on my stool

so buy this fool, some spirits and libations

it's these railroad station bars

with all these conductors and the porters

and I'm all out of quarters

and this epitaph is the aftermath

yea I choose my path

hey come on Cath, he's a lawyer,

he ain't the one for ya

and no the moon ain't romantic

it's intimidating as hell

and some guy's trying to sell

me a watch

And so I'll meet you at the

bottom of a bottle of

bargain Scotch

I got me a bottle and a dream

it's so maudlin it seems

 

you can name your poison

go on ahead and make some noise

I ain't sentimental

this ain't a purchase it's a rental

and it's purgatory, hey

what's your story, well

I don't even care

cause I got my own double-cross to bear

 

and I'll see your Red Label

and I'll raise you one more

and you can pour me a cab,

I just can't drink no more

cause it don't douse the flames

that are started by dames

It ain't like asbestos

it don't do nothing but

rest us assured

and substantiate the rumors

that you've heard.

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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

 

If this date were to be our last

I'd never sit down this glass

It'd take all the booze in the world

To forget you

You've left my heart a vacant lot

I'll fill it with another shot

And yes I guess they oughta name a drink after you

 

Looks like I had my fill

Guess I better pay my bill

When I started out I only meant to have a few

Someone just said that you left town

I better get a double round

And yes I guess they oughta name a drink after you

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Shelly West - Jose Cuervo

 

 

 

 

 

Well it's Sunday Mornin'

 

And the sun in shinin'

 

In my eye that is open

 

And my head is spinnin'

 

Was the life of the party

 

I can't stop grinnin'

 

I had to much Tequila last night

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jose Cuervo you are a friend of mine

 

I like to drink you with a little salt and lime

 

Did I kiss all the cowboys?

 

Did I shoot out the lights?

 

Did I dance on the bar?

 

Did I start a fight?

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Not a song, but I always enjoyed this little verse authored by some Spaniard:

 

I must have a drink at eleven.

At eleven it must be done.

If I don't have a drink at eleven,

I must have eleven at one.

 

And of course there is the "Drinking Song " from Romberg's "The Studen Prince, " not repeated here because I don't know if the copyrighted lyrics are yet in the public domain.

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It has nothing to do with nothing, but I have always been a fan of

 

 

You Never Ever Called Me By My Name, David Allen Coe

 

Some very funny, very good drinking memories from that song...

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I Ain't Drunk

by Jimmy Liggins, but the version I know is Albert Collins:

 

Everyday baby, when the sun go down

I get with my friends, an' I begin to clown

I don't care, what the people are thinkin'

I ain't drunk, I'm just drinkin'

 

(But you're so high)

Oh man, you know I ain't high

(But you're so high)

I just take a little bit, now an' then

(But you're so high)

Now you oughta be 'shamed of yourself

(Stay drunk all the time)

Oh, c'mon now, you know ya'all get like that

 

Come home last night, all loose

Baby get in a fuss, I said, "Honey, hush"

I don't care, what the people are thinkin'

I ain't drunk, I'm just drinkin'

 

(But you're so high)

I ain't drunk, I done told ya'all I ain't drunk now

What ya'all doin' drinkin'?

(But you're so high)

Actually, I'm just havin' fun, man

(But you're so high)

What? I know I'm not

(Stay drunk all the time)

Damn, I don't know why you're all talkin' about me like that!

 

You done the right thing, I wanna thank you, too

Now, let's have a little drink, just me an' you

I don't care, what the people are thinkin'

I ain't drunk, but I'm just drinkin'

 

(But you're so high)

Who me? I ain't high man

(But you're so high)

I don't know why you all talk about me like that

(But you're so high)

You oughta mind your own business, brother

(Stay drunk all the time)

 

You, you oughta watch yourself, too

You don't understand what I'm sayin'

 

I wanna tip you, baby, before I go

I be back tomorrow night an' drink so mo'

I don't care, what the people are thinkin'

I ain't drunk, I'm just drinkin'

 

(But you're so high)

Oh no, you the one drunk!

Look at yo' eyes, man!

(But you're so high)

Don't you tell my old lady, now!

(But you're so high)

Well I ain't had but four or five

(Stay drunk all the time)

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve

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The Lord Knows I'm Drinking by Cal Smith

 

Hello Mrs Johnson you self righteous woman

Sunday School teacher what brings you out slummin'

Do you reckon the preacher would approve where you are

Standing here vis'tin' with a back slidin' christian in a neighborhood bar

Well yes that's my bottle and yes that's my glass

I see you're eye ballin' this pretty young lass

It ain't none of your bus'ness but yes she's with me

And we don't need no sermon you self righteous woman just let us be

 

The Lord knows I'm drinking and running around

And he don't need your loud mouth informing the town

The Lord knows I'm sinning and sinning ain't right

But me and the good Lord's gonna have us a good talk later tonight

 

Goodbye Mrs Johnson you self righteous biddy

I don't need your preachin' and I don't need your pity

So go back to whatever you hypocrites do

And when I talk to heaven be nice and I'll put in a good word for you

The Lord knows I'm drinking and running around...

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Mexicali Blues

Grateful Dead

Laid back in an old saloon, with a peso in my hand,

Watchin' flies and children on the street,

And I catch a glimpse of black-eyed girls who giggle when I smile,

There's a little boy who wants to shine my feet.

 

And it's three days ride from Bakersfield and I don't know why I came.

I guess I came to keep from payin' dues.

So instead I've got a bottle and a girl who's just fourteen,

And a damn good case of the Mexicali Blues. Yeh!

 

Is there anything a man don't stand to lose,

When the devil wants to take it all away?

Cherish well your thoughts, and keep a tight grip on your booze,

Cause thinkin' and drinkin' are all I have today.

 

She said her name was Billy Jean and she was fresh in town.

I didn't know a stage line ran from Hell.

She had raven hair, a ruffled dress, a necklace made of gold,

All the french perfume you'd care to smell.

 

She took me up into her room and whispered in my ear,

"Go on, my friend, do anything you choose."

Now I'm payin' for those happy hours I spent there in her arms,

With a lifetime's worth of the Mexicali Blues.

 

Is there anything a man don't stand to lose,

When the devil wants to take it all away?

Cherish well your thoughts, and keep a tight grip on your booze

Cause thinkin' and drinkin' are all I have today.

 

And then a man rode into town, some thought he was the law.

Billy Jean was waitin' when he came.

She told me he would take her, if I didn't use my gun,

I'd have no one but myself to blame.

 

I went down to those dusty streets, blood was on my mind.

I guess that stranger hadn't heard the news

Cause I shot first and killed him, Lord, he didn't even draw

And he made me trade the gallows for the Mexicali Blues.

 

Is there anything a man don't stand to lose

When he lets a woman hold him in her hands?

He just might find himself out there on horseback in the dark

Just ridin' and runnin' across those desert sands.

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Husker Du, Your Man Hank III and his family have quite a few good ones.

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Yeah they do. And bonus for me, Sirius Outlaw Country is playing all three Hanks all weekend. Hank and Hank related music for two days. 54th aniversary of Saint Hiram of Montgomery's passing.

 

In honor some Hank

 

There's a tear in my beer

'cause I'm cryin' for you,dear

you are on my lonely mind.

Into these last nine beers

I have shed a million tears.

You are on my lonely mind

I'm gonna keep drinkin'

until I'm petrified.

And then maybe these tears

will leave my eyes.

There's a tear in my beer

cause I'm crying' for you dear

You are on my lonely mind.

 

Last night I walked the floor

and the night before

You are on my lonely mind.

It seems my life is through

and I'm so doggone blue

You are on my lonely mind.

I'm gonna keep drinkin'

till I can't move a toe

and then maybe my heart

won't hurt me so.

There's a tear in my beer

cause I'm cryin' for you dear

You are on my lonely mind.

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Some JR

 

I've got a good woman at home who thinks I do no wrong

But sometimes Lord she just ain't always around

And you know that's when I fall I can't help myself at all

And I get whiskey bent and hell bound

Play me some songs about a ramblin' man put a cold one in my hand

Cause you know I love to hear those guitar sounds

Don't you play I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry cause I'll get all balled up inside

And I'll get whiskey bent and hell bound

 

Sure enough about closing time about stoned out of my mind

And I end up with some honky tonk special I found

Just as sure as the morning sun comes thinking of my sweet girl at home

And I need to get whiskey bent and hell bound

Play me some songs about a ramblin' man put old Jim Beam in my hand

Cause you know I still love to get drunk and hear country sounds

But don't you play Your Cheatin' Heart that'll tear me all apart

I'll get whiskey bent and hell bound

Yeah old Hank's songs always make me feel low down

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And some III

 

 

 

 

Sittin' in the bayou country,

just me and my fishin' line

I raised a lot of hell and I hollered,

sippin' on that Georgia moonshine

Well, I know how to have a damn good time

And I take my shots

straight out of the jug

and I like to get pure drunk

in that Mississippi mud

Well lets throw us a little party baby,

I'll call a few friends of mine

We'll dance all night till the sun comes up

and we'll drink our selves completely blind

Then we'll rock on down the line

And I take my shots

straight out of the jug

and I like to do a little dance

in that Mississippi mud

Well, I was raised by an awful alligator

he taught me how to walk the line

He used to deal cards from the bottom of the deck,

but a Tennessee woman took his life

But he sure gave me some damn good advice

And I take my shots

straight out of the jug

and I like to get pure drunk

in that Mississippi mud

And I take my shots

straight out of the jug

and I like to do a little dance

in that Mississippi mud

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"I Drink Alone"

 

I drink alone, yeah, with nobody else.

I drink alone, yeah, with nobody else.

Yeah, you know when I drink alone, I prefer to be by myself.

 

Now, every morning, just before breakfast,

I don't want no coffee or tea.

Just me and my good Buddy Weiser.

That's all I ever need.

 

Cause I drink alone, yeah, with nobody else.

I drink alone, yeah, with nobody else.

Yeah, you know when I drink alone, I prefer to be by myself.

 

Now, the other night I lay sleeping,

And I woke from a terrible dream.

So I called up my pal, Jack Daniels,

And his partner Jimmy Beam.

 

And we drank alone, yeah, with nobody else.

We drank alone, yeah, with nobody else.

Yeah, you know when I drink alone, I prefer to be by myself.

 

Well, the other night I got invited to a party,

But I stayed home instead.

Just me and my pal Johnny Walker,

And his brothers Blackie and Red.

 

And we drank alone, yeah, with nobody else.

We drank alone, yeah, with nobody else.

Yeah, you know when I drink alone, I prefer to be by myself.

 

Well, my whole family done give up on me,

And it makes me feel so bad.

The only one who'll hang out with me

Is my dear Old Grand Dad.

 

And we drink alone, yeah, with nobody else.

We drink alone, yeah, with nobody else.

Yeah, you know when I drink alone, I prefer to be by myself.

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There's A Devil In The Bottle - Hank Williams Jr.

 

 

Genre/Lang. : Adult Contemporary

 

I come home late at night with my boots in my hands.

Stumble in the back door being quiet as I can.

And I know she's there in bed, cold and all alone.

and she's crying because I'm breaking up our home.

And she knows the hell I'm going through in this world inside my head.

There's a devil in the bottle lord and he wants to see me dead.

I fall into her arms and she helps me with my clothes.

Guess she stays on with me cause she really knows,

that I'm tryin' Lord, to find my freedom by excaping to the only freedom I've ever known.

And she knows the hell I'm going through in this world inside my head.

There's a devil in the bottle lord and he won't rest until I'm dead.

There's a devil living in the bottle Lord and he won't rest 'til I'm dead

and its killing her too, watching me die this way

 

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My favorite Hank Jr. tune (and a tribute to his dad): Stoned at the Jukebox

 

Just as long as I can keep a lot a friends around me

Oh it helps to keep a worried mind occupied

I do alright 'til dark of night surrounds me

and then I think of her and then I cry

 

Lord there's a cold heart gone and I'm stoned at the jukebox

playin' I can't help it if I'm still in love with you

cause that's the kind of songs it takes to get all this hurtin' out

Lord I love that hurtin' music cause I am hurtin' too.

 

Lord knows I been runnin' up and down this ol' interstate 65

I loved in Nashville, Tennessee high falutin' woman I tried

now I'm busted stone flat down in Springhill

I got nothin' but time and the bottles to kill

well I never thought I could ever feel like that

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Reasons to Quite

 

Reasons to quit the smoke and beer don't do me like before

And I'm hardley ever sober and my ole freinds

Don't come round much anymore

Reasons to quit the low is always lower than the high

And the reasons for quitin' dont outnumber all the reasons why

 

As sung by Merle Haggard and Willie Nelson - I'm not sure who the author is - sorry. It is copyrighted though.

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I think "Reasons to Quite" was authored by Merle Haggard - so, again, it is copyrighted.

 

(No Mike Olesker's here.)

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SemiAuto: I like John Lee Hooker's version.

 

 

"You beat me to the punch".

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"Booze and pills and powders, choose your medicine

"It's another good-bye to another good friend

"After all's been said and done

"I've got to move while it's still fun

"Let me walk before they make me run."

 

Jagger/Richards

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