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Genre
Charts
#263 in subgenre
Peak #13
Charts
Peak #104
Author
Mikeo
Uploaded
March 03, 2009
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MP3 2.9 MB • 112 kbps • 3:40
Story behind the song
This song was written in 20 minutes during my lunch break at work. The story behind it that some I know fell on the ice while getting out of her truck. She really messed up her shoulder pretty badly, and got really bruised up too. I have done the same thing while getting out of my SUV and slipping on the icy side foot rails. I ended up under the vehicle pretty banged up. Winter time actually suck here in New England and really long. It’s only a matter of time before you go down on your ass. The chorus part kinda came from my girl friend trying to pack mule groceries into the house, making one trip. I have told her many times to make 2 trips.
Lyrics
Down East Maine Song (Don’t Drop the Booze) - Mikeo
Feb 27th 2009
Now it’s still winter up here in Maine
And for the most part I can’t complain
But those folks in TX will never know
What it’s like, to shovel 2 feet of snow
Now getting around may not be easy
But we got snowmobiles and SUV’s
and you’ll want something with 4 wheel drive
That can take the potholes, by late spring time
Now living up here, we have our reasons
But sure the hell isn’t black fly season
Don’t tell the folks from New Hampshire
There’s anything past Portland Maine
It ain’t half bad, in the summertime
some days you can sit pool side
but the waters cool, but don’t tell the folks from Boston
There’s anything past Hampton Beach
chorus
But when you walking on the ice up here
Carrying more than two 12 packs of beer
Honeys make two trips if you have too
and remember wear your LL Bean boots
But please what ever you do, don’t drop the booze
The president had a summer resort
Somewhere up in Kennebunkport
When he came to town
It was all first class, and high security
But there are a couple bars here in town
Only the locals know about
After work, before heading home
They go there to drink
They still call it happy hour
2 for one deals, served with a bowl chowder
And everyone there
Knows you by your name
The dress code is, jeans and working boots
You’ll look like a freak, anyway, in a business suit
By the way ya talk
They’ll know you’re from out of state
Chorus
What ever ya do, don’t drop the booze
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