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I know it's only Monday night, but here's a classic popularized by George Jones:

 

G) Last night I broke the seal on a Jim Beam decanter

That looks like (D) Elvis

I © soaked the label (Am) off (D7) a Flintstone Jelly Bean (G) jar

I cleared us off a place on that one little table

that you (D) left us

And © pulled me up a (D7) big ole piece of (G) floor

 

I © pulled the head off (Am) Elvis

Filled © Fred up to his (Am) pelvis

Yabba Dabba (G) Doo, the © King is (G) gone

And (D) so are (G) you

 

© 'Round about 10 we all got to (D7) talking

© 'Bout Graceland, Bedrock and (D7) such

© The conversation finally turned to (D7) women

© But they said they didn't get around too (D7) much

© Elvis said, "Find 'em (D7) young"

And Fred said (G) "Old Fashioned girls are © fun"

Yabba Dabba (G) Doo, the © King is (G) gone

And (D) so are (G) you

 

© Later on it finally (D7) hit me

© That you wouldn't be 'a comin' home no (D7) more

© 'Cause this time I know you won't (D7) forgive me

© Like all of them other times (D7) before

© Then I broke Elvis' (D7) nose

Pouring the (G) last drop from his © toes

Yabba Dabba (G) Doo, the © King is (G) gone

And (D) so are (G) you

© Yabba Dabba (G) Doo, the© King is (G) gone

And (D) so are (G) you

 

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(G) Last night I broke the seal on a Jim Beam decanter

That looks like (D) Elvis

I © soaked the label (Am) off (D7) a Flintstone Jelly Bean (G) jar....(fade)

 

 

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Try Hash House Harrier's for some good drinking songs. I am always amazed at all the drinking songs they have. In case you don't know what Hash House Harriers are, they are worldwide group of people who are dinkers with a running problem.

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I drink alone, yeah, with nobody else

I drink alone, yeah, with nobody else

Well 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 good Buddy Wiser, that's all I ever need

'Cause I drink alone, yeah, with nobody else

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

 

Yeah the other day I laid sleeping and I woke from a terrible dream

So I called up my friend Jack Daniel's and his partner Jimmy Beam

And we drank alone, yeah, with nobody else

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

 

Yeah the other night I got invited to a party, but I stayed home instead

Just me and my pal Johnny Walker, and his brothers Black and Red

And we drank alone, yeah, with nobody else

 

You know when I drink alone, I prefer to be by myself

 

Now I have got me a pet up in my penthouse but he never does bothers me

He ain't no poodle, no pony, he's just a little old wild turkey

And we drink alone, yeah, with nobody else

That's the way I like it

 

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

Yes, you know when I drink alone, I don't want nobody else

I drink alone

 

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country singers have really done the most interesting research in this particular field of study...

 

Tonight the Bottle Let Me Down

I Think I'll Just Sit Here and Drink

Misery & Gin

The Letter that Johnny Walker Read

 

(this could be a long list)

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who needs a song to drink? :brew::brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew: :brew: :brew::brew::brew:

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It's pretty hard to beat the Germans for drinking songs.

 

Trinklied im Winter

 

Das Glas gefüllt!

Der Nordwind brüllt;

Die Sonn' ist niedergesunken!

Der kalte Bär

Blinkt Frost daher!

Getrunken, Brüder, getrunken!

 

Die Tannen glüh'n

Hell im Kamin,

Und knatternd fliegen die Funken!

Der edle Rhein

Gab uns den Wein!

Getrunken, Brüder, getrunken!

 

Der edle Most

Verscheucht den Frost,

Und zaubert Frühling hernieder:

Der Trinker sieht

Und Büsche wirbeln ihm Lieder!

 

Er hört Gesang

Und Harfenklang,

Und schwebt durch blühende Lauben;

Ein Mädchenchor

Rauscht schnell hervor,

Und bringt ihm goldene Trauben!

 

Saus immerfort,

O Winternord,

Im schneebelasteten Haine!

Nur streu dein Eis,

O lieber Greis,

In keine Flaschen mit Weine!

 

Der stolzen Frau

Färb braun und blau

Den Kamm, der adlich ihr schwillet!

Nur musst du flieh'n

Den Hermelin,

Der junge Busen verhüllet!

 

 

 

by Franz Peter Schubert (1797-1828)

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Whiskey, gin and brandy

With a glass I'm pretty handy

I'm trying to walk a straight line

On sour mash and cheap wine

So join me for a drink boys

We're gonna make a big noise

 

So don't worry about tomorrow

Take it today

Forget about the cheque

We'll get hell to pay

 

Have a drink on me

 

Dizzy, drunk and fightin'

On tequila white lightnin'

My glass is getting shorter

On whiskey, ice and water

So come on and have a good time

And get blinded out of your mind

 

So don't worry about tomorrow

Take it today

Forget about the cheque

We'll get hell to pay

 

Have a drink on me

(Get stoned)

 

Gonna roll around

Gonna hit the ground

Take another swing

Have another drink

Gonna drink it dry

Gonna get me high

Come on all the boys

Make a noise

 

Have a drink on me

 

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They come over here

And they take all our land

They chop off our heads

And they boil them in oil

Our children are leaving

And we have no heads

We drink and we sing

And we drink and we die

 

We have no heads

We have no heads

 

They come over here

And they chop off our legs

They cut off our hands

And put nails in our eyes

O'Grady is dead

And O'Hanrahan's gone

We drink and we die

And continue to drink

 

O'Hanrahan

No O'Hanrahan

 

They buried O'Neil

Down in country Shillhame

The poor children crying

And fe dee din de

Hin fle di dinfle

Di din fle de din de

In hey bibble bibble

Hey bibble bibble

Hey fle bibble de

 

O'Hanrahan

No O'Hanrahan

 

We drink and we sing

And we drink and we sing

Hey!

 

We drink and we drive

And we puke and we drink

Hey!

 

We drink and we fight

And we bleed and we cry

Hey!

 

We puke and we smoke

And we drink and we die

Hey!

Posted

What shall we do with a drunken sailor

What shall we do with a drunken sailor

What shall we do with a drunken sailor

Ear-ly in the morning

 

Way, hey, up she rises

Way, hey, up she rises

Way, hey, up she rises

Ear-ly in the morning

 

Put him in the long boat til he's sober

Put him in the long boat til he's sober

Put him in the long boat til he's sober

Ear-ly in the morning

 

Put him in the bilge and make him drink it

Put him in a leaky boat and make him bail her

Tie him to the scuppers with the hose pipe on him

Shave his belly with a rusty razor

Slit his pinky with a rusty razor

Tie him to the topmast while she's yardarm under

Heave him by the leg in a runnin bowline

Keel haul him til he's sober

Put him in the cabin with the captain's daughter

Put him in the cabin with the drunken sailor

I went to sea with a drunken sailor

Six long months in a leaky whaler

Put him in the hold and I made him bail her

 

Ear-ly in the morning

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Oh whiskey is the life of man

Always was since the world began

 

Whiskey-o, Johnny-o

Rise her up from down below

Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o

Up aloft this yard must go

John rise her up from down below

 

Now whiskey made me pawn me clothes

And whiskey gave me a broken nose

 

Whiskey-o, Johnny-o

Rise her up from down below

Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o

Up aloft this yard must go

John rise her up from down below

 

Now whiskey is the life of man

Whiskey from an old tin can

 

Whiskey-o, Johnny-o

Rise her up from down below

Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o

Up aloft this yard must go

John rise her up from down below

 

I thought I heard the first mate say

I treats me crew in a decent way

 

Whiskey-o, Johnny-o

Rise her up from down below

Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o

Up aloft this yard must go

John rise her up from down below

 

A glass of whiskey all around

And a bottle full for the shanty man

 

Whiskey-o, Johnny-o

Rise her up from down below

Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o

Up aloft this yard must go

John rise her up from down below

Posted

A long time ago, way back in history,

when all there was to drink was nothin but cups of tea.

Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops,

and he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops.

 

He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,

and to his praises we shall always sing.

Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!

Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer

tiddly beer beer beer.

 

The Curtis bar, the James' Pub, the Hole in the Wall as well

one thing you can be sure of, its Charlie's beer they sell

so all ye lads a lasses at eleven O'clock ye stop

for five short seconds, remember Charlie Mops 1 2 3 4 5

 

He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,

and to his praises we shall always sing.

Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!

Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer

tiddly beer beer beer.

 

A barrel of malt, a bushel of hops, you stir it around with a stick,

the kind of lubrication to make your engine tick.

40 pints of wallop a day will keep away the quacks.

Its only eight pence hapenny and one and six in tax, 1 2 3 4 5

 

He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,

and to his praises we shall always sing.

Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!

Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer

tiddly beer beer beer.

 

The Lord bless Charlie Mops!

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Let the farmer praise his ground and the huntsman praise his hound

The shepherd his sweet shady grove

I'm more blessed than they, spend each happy night and day

With my smiling little crúiscín lán, lán, lán

With my smiling little crúiscín lán, lán, lán

 

Grá mo chroí mo chrúiscín, sláinte geal mo mhuirnín

[Graw mo khree mo khrooshkeen, slawncha gyal mo voorneen]

Love of my heart, my little jug, bright health my darling

 

Grá mo chroí mo chrúiscín, lán, lán, lán

[Graw mo khree mo khrooshkeen, lawn, lawn, lawn]

Love of my heart, my little jug, full, full, full

 

Grá mo chroí mo chrúiscín, sláinte geal mo mhuirnín

[Graw mo khree mo khrooshkeen, slawncha gyal mo voorneen]

Love of my heart, my little jug, bright health my darling

 

Is cuma liom do chúilín dubh nó bán.

[iss cumma lum do khooleen doov no bawn.]

It's all the same to me (if) your hair is black or white.

 

Immortal and divine, sweet Bacchus, god of wine

Create me by adoption of your son

In hopes that you'll comply that my glass will ne'er run dry

Nor my smiling little crúiscín lán, lán, lán

Nor my smiling little crúiscín lán, lán, lán

 

And when grim death appears in a few unpleasant years

And says that my glass it has drawn

I'll say 'Begone, you knave, for great Bacchus gave me leave

To fill another crúiscín lán, lán, lán

To fill another crúiscín lán, lán, lán.

 

Then fill your glasses high, let them part with lips not dry

For the lark now proclaims it is dawn

And since we can't remain, may we shortly meet again

To fill another crúiscín lán, lán, lán

To fill another crúiscín lán, lán, lán

 

 

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What's the use of getting sober (when you're gonna get drunk again)

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Here you go Kev, you can listen instead of read. This is a faithful copy of the Louis Jordan version of this song. Check out the original for something that really swings.

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Here, this is the original recording, but you should turn off your screen so you don't have to watch the silly array of anime stills that someone chose to "illustrate" this classic tune.

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the wierd thing was, 5 minutes before i saw this thread, i found this same clip on youtube to show my daughter (that and the "spanish ladies" song)

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