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All Liquored Up
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Sometimes you're just not into the social aspect of going to a bar. Sometimes you go there to drink with grim determination.
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It's called Maximum Honky Tonk, and no one plays it like Bob Wire. Country, blues, rockabilly, folk, and some good ol' rock and roll. Honest, smart and funny.
Funniest blog on the web? Judge for yourself at NewWest.net/BobWire. You won't regret it. I swear. This is Butt-twitchin' country music for adults with a brain and a sense of humor! Bob Wire writes catchy, original songs with a twisted perspective that puts him way out in the left field of Nashvegas. Bob sez: Hank Jr. is the disease, and Hank Sr. is the cure.
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Genre
Blues • Jump Blues
Charts
#204 in subgenre Peak #3
Charts
Peak #25
Author
Ednor Therriault
Rights
2006 Ednor Therriault
Uploaded
May 19, 2006
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MP3 5.4 MB • 160 kbps • 4:40
Story behind the song
I wrote it one day while I was mowing the yard.
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Gonna get myself a barstool, nearest one that I can find Gonna get myself a barstool, nearest one that I can find I’ll tell the man to start a tab, I got drinkin’ on my mind Don’t want no conversation, can’t you see I’m in my cups Don’t want no conversation, can’t you see I’m in my cups I didn’t come here for the company, I came to get all liquored up Solo Obligations and relationships are gettin’ on my nerves I can’t seem to find a way to get what I deserve Every time I turn around the man is breathing down my neck I’m earning every nickel of my unemployment check I know that getting drunk won’t make my problems go away Now, excuse me while I pound another shot of Tanqueray Solo Hey bartender, call a taxi, I dont’ know where I left my car Hey bartender, call a taxi, I dont’ know where I left my car I think I ought to head for home before I pass out on the bar We pull up to my house, and all my stuff is in the yard We pull up to my house, and all my stuff is in the yard When she finds out that I drank the rent, oh man she’s gonna take it hard
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