The Drinking Song

I met a man from Whisky

and he got what he deserved.
I said I met a man from Whisky
and he got what he deserved.
Now his sitting on a park bench
talking to the birds.
His been drinking all alone,
drinking on his own,
Can't somebody tell him,
Which way is his home?


His been drinking,

drinking all night long.
His been drinking
drinking all night long.
Can't somebody tell him,
Which way is home?

There's a bottle on it's side,
contents open wide.
Nothing left to hide,
Now his wallets deep inside.

His been thinking,
thinking to himself.
His been thinking,
thinking to himself,
Can't somebody help me?
I can't control myself.

His been drinking all alone,

drinking on his own,
Can't somebody tell him,
Which way is his home?

Can't stop drinking,
Drinking to his health.
Can't stop drinking,
Drinking to himself.
Someone pour him another,
So he can lose himself.

First he lost his wife,
Now his best friends died.
Pass him another,
because next it was his brother.


Sick of drinking,

drinking all by himself.
His been sinking,
Sinking all by himself.
Someone buy him another
and toast a round to his
Health.

His been drinking all alone,
Drinking on his own,
Can't somebody tell him,
Which way is his home?

His been drinking,
Drinking all night long.
His been drinking,
Drinking all night long.
Can't somebody tell him,
Which way is home?

Written November 3rd 2001,
Alias Soul identity. (C)(P)
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