adventures in dysthymia

Sunday, September 30, 2007

NO BEER BLUES

Bought me an ice-cold six-pack of beer
Just bought me an ice-cold six-pack of beer
Now it's all gone, how did it disappear?

Put it away in my refrigerator
Put that beer away in my refrigerator
Put it away so I could drink it later

Someone went and stole all of my cold brew
Some thief went an stole all my ice-cold brew
Now I'm clean out and your know I'm mighty blue

Don't know who it was took my last six-pack
Don't know who it was took my very last six-pack
If he knows what's good for him, he's gonna put it back

I got the no beer blues, not a bottle, not a can
Got those no beer blues, not a bottle, not a can
Oh, have mercy, have mercy on this thirsty man!

Stephen Brooke ©2007

A somewhat silly blues that came to me as I was on the road yesterday.

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