This is a Dee Range concoction, one of four of his songs I recorded a year or so ago.

This one pretty much speaks for itself.

Prone to Gin, Naturally

Performed by Rick Cormier
Lyrics by Dee Range

In a little dim-lit bar
As I sit, drinking whiskey-laced sours
I promised some girl I would not hurl
Or pee on her neighbor’s flowers

But the barkeep’s seen enough
And cuts my ass off
But it’s way too far, I can’t find my car
Don’t you know it’s hard when you’re plastered

I’m puking by the fence
And the stench has people saying
My God that punk is so damned drunk
I can’t believe he’s standing

I try to leave with grace
But fall right on my face
I’m prone again, drunkenly

The drinking started yesterday
I guzzle beer, fart and bray
Drinking doubles too, just beer wouldn’t do
As I went through all of my pay

But my wife called on the phone
And said to get my ass home
So I paid my tab and I called a cab
Cause it’s bad when she goes postal

When she goes that route
And she shouts, they hear in Jersey
Then she hammers with both fists
Seldom shows me mercy

As I beg and plead
The beating still proceeds
I’m prone again, drunkenly

It seems to me that there are more bones
Broken by my girl when she’s offended
Her hook is splendid
She knows kung fu and tae chi too

Heaving up all those beers
And whatever else that appears
I just covered my bride with Milwaukee’s pride
And then headed for new frontiers

But she’s shifty that I know
Don’t matter just where I go
I still understand, she will track her man
And one morning I will awaken

Waking up with dread that I’m dead just goes unspoken
Despite discouragement from me
Legs’ll be badly broken

If I survive the day, I’ll drink the pain away
I’m prone to sin, drunkenly
I’m prone to gin, naturally