any of the tracks on this album.
Kenny Chesneyās a pretty big name already. I have doubts these young guys will ever become the legends Willie Nelson, George Jones and the like are. The music has changed, become more āpopā than country. Hereās a good drinking song though.
And just about everything from Great Big Sea is a good drinking song
I mean that Kenny Chesney will be big in American music other than country music.
Are You Sure Hank Done It This Way, Waylon Jennings
Bob Wills Is Still The King, Waylon Jennings
All these posts, but no mention yet of the most widely recognized drinking song in Western history?
[quote]To Anacreon in Heaven, where he sat in full glee,
A few Sons of Harmony sent a petition;
That he their Inspirer and Patron would be;
When this answer arrived from the Jolly Old Grecian;
āVoice, Fiddle, and Flute,
No longer be mute,
Iāll lend you my name and inspire you to boot,
And besides Iāll instruct you like me, to entwine,
The Myrtle of Venus with Bacchusās Vine!ā[/quote]
The Mary Ellen Carter
She went down last October in a pouring driving rain.
The skipper, heād been drinking and the Mate, he felt no pain.
Too close to Three Mile Rock, and she was dealt her mortal blow,
And the Mary Ellen Carter settled low.
There were just us five aboard her when she finally was awash.
Weād worked like hell to save her, all heedless of the cost.
And the groan she gave as she went down, it caused us to proclaim
That the Mary Ellen Carter would rise again.
Well, the owners wrote her off; not a nickel would they spend.
She gave twenty years of service, boys, then met her sorry end.
But insurance paid the loss to us, they let her rest below.
Then they laughed at us and said we had to go.
But we talked of her all winter, some days around the clock,
For sheās worth a quarter million, afloat and at the dock.
And with every jar that hit the bar, we swore we would remain
And make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again.
Rise again, rise again, that her name not be lost
To the knowledge of men.
Those who loved her best and were with her till the end
Will make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again.
All spring, now, weāve been with her on a barge lent by a friend.
Three dives a day in hard hat suit and twice Iāve had the bends.
Thank God itās only sixty feet and the currents here are slow
Or Iād never have the strength to go below.
But weāve patched her rents, stopped her vents, dogged hatch and
porthole down.
Put cables to her, 'fore and aft and girded her around.
Tomorrow, noon, we hit the air and then take up the strain.
And make the Mary Ellen Carter Rise Again.
For we couldnāt leave her there, you see, to crumble into scale.
Sheād saved our lives so many times, living through the gale
And the laughing, drunken rats who left her to a sorry grave
They wonāt be laughing in another day. . .
And you, to whom adversity has dealt the final blow
With smiling bastards lying to you everywhere you go
Turn to, and put out all your strength of arm and heart and brain
And like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again.
Rise again, rise again - though your heart it be broken
And life about to end
No matter what youāve lost, be it a home, a love, a friend.
Like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again.
Take me back to my western boat
Let me fish off Cape St. Maryās
Where the hog-down sail
And the Fog horns wail
With my friends the Browns and the Clearys
Let me fish off Cape St. Maryās
Let me feel my dory lift
To the broad Atlantic combers
Where the tide rip swirls
And the wild ducks whirl
And old Neptune calls the numbers.
āNeath the wild Atlantic combers
Let me sail up Golden Bay
With my oilskins all a-streaming
From the thunder squalls when I hauled my trawls.
And my old Cape Ann a-gleaming
With my oilskins all a-streaming.
And let me view that ragged shore
With the beaches all a-glisten
With the caplin spawn
Where from dusk till dawn
You bait your trawn, and you listen
To the undertow a-hissinā.
And when I reach that last big shoal
Where the groundswells break asunder,
Where the wild sands roll to the surgeās toll
Let me be a man and take it
When my dory fails to make it.
Oh take me back to that snug green cove
Where the seas roll up their thunder
There let me rest
In the Earthās cool breast
Where the stars shine out their wonder
And the seas roll up their thunder.
From the more intense to the more sedated (as thatās the path that drinking usually takes) we have the following:
Korpiklaani - Vodka
Korpiklaani - Bring us pints of beer
Korpiklaani - Juodaan viinaa (translates to drunk off alcohol)
[Iām going to stop with Korpiklaani there, although they have at least 11 songs dedicated to drinking]
A couple of Irish songs to get the merry mood up:
And then settle down, after a hard nightās drinking, into the calm reflective sounds of a nostalgic Billy Joel:
Apparently a good song for drinking by yourself, too.
I was feelinā the blues
I was watching the news
When this fella came on the TV
He said Iām tellinā you
That science has proven
That heartaches are healed by the sea
That got me goinā
Without even knowinā
I packed right up and drove down
Now Iām on a roll
And I swear to my soul
Tonight Iām gonna paint this town
So bring me two pina coladas
One for each hand
Letās set sail with Captin Morgan
And never leave dry land
Troubles I forgot 'em
I buried āem in the sand
So bring me two pina coladas
She said good-bye to her good timinā man
Oh now Iāve gotta say
That the wind and the waves
And the moon winkinā down at me
Eases my mind
By leavinā behind
The heartaches that love often brings
Now Iāve got a smile
That goes on for miles
With no inclination to roam
Iāve gotta say
That I think Iāve gotta stay
āCause this is feelinā more and more like home
So bring me two pina coladas
One for each hand
Letās set sail with Captin Morgan
And never leave dry land
Troubles I forgot 'em
I buried āem in the sand
So bring me two pina coladas
She said good-bye to her good timinā man
Olā Blue Eyes and his conversation with the bartender.
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My weakness (well, one of them). Merle Haggard, Johnny Cash, Drive-by Truckers, Sinatra, more.
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I get a feeling weāre drinking in different places
Looks like fun, but I hope you donāt get rolled.
Have seen no squirrels raccoons at cafe de flask, so 100% correct!
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Bob Dylan, āCopper Kettleā: https://vimeo.com/195912348
