There's just not enough drinkin' songs out there, so I figured I'd write another one.
Uhhhhhhhh Drinkin?
Another Drinkin’ Song
By A. J. Howard
© 23-August-2005
Another Saturday night out on the town leads to Sunday morning coming down.
Whiskey’s the only woman I can keep around. I need to get lost in a country sound.
I hear the calling of the neon sign. Give me a cold draft beer I need to unwind. I’ll be
here until I drink myself blind.
Chorus 1:
So play me another drinkin’ song. I just want to sing along. That woman she done me
wrong like all the others before.
Hey I get lost in a steel guitar. Then I find myself at the bar. Then I wonder where I
went wrong. Play me another drinkin’ song.
An empty longneck bottle in my hand. Listenin’ to the sound of a country band playing footprints in the sand. That’s enough to kill this man.
So sing a rockin’ Randall Hank tune. And take me down to the Wormy Dog Salon. Or better yet to the Neon Moon. Where I can forget my blues.
Chorus 2:
And play me another drinkin’ song. I just want to sing along. That woman she done me wrong like all the others before.
So set me up another round. I got some pain I need to drown. Oh I just want to hear the sound of another drinkin’ song.
Guitar Solo:
Jose Cuervo my ol’ Mexican friend. The Capitian, Jack, Tom Collins, and Jim. All this time I’m so glad we could spend. Being together alone again.
Hey Marty Robbins and Johnny Cash. Coca Cola and sour mash. Her memory’s gone in a flash. Now it’s just a thing of the past.
Chorus 3:
So play me another drinkin’ song. I’m tryin’ so hard to sing along. All the words I’m getting’ wrong. But I don’t really care.
Cause I’m starting to forget the pain. Hey baby, what’s your name. I sure am glad you came. Let’s hear another drinkin’ song.
Let’s hear another drinkin’ song.