God's Own Lush
Talkin' to maself again, wonderin' if this Pabst is any good.
Is there somethin' else a chuggin' we'd be chuggin if we could?
Ah, the rotgut we could swill.
And if my gut blows up and goes to hell.
I wish that we could just for once drink a Sam or a Wicked Ale.
Instead of hootin' Mickey's to git my fill.
Starin' at the beer case in that Circle K in Tennessee.
Wishin' I could scrape up enough fer a tasty Ginnessee
But all I can afford to buy is a nice bouquet of ripple.
Drinkin' all the rotgut I can swill.
Ahh, the horse piss we could swill.
But there was a time when it really was better in the hills.
I wish the Feds had not come by and busted up my still.
So I could drink from the honey dew vine water well.
Yeah, I wish the Feds had not come by and busted up my still.
Cause the crap I'm forced to drink is a makin' me ill.
March 20, 1998
Email: bobrob@cetlink.net
