There were three men come out of the west, their fortunes for to try And these three men made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn would die They've ploughed
Wassail Wassail; All merit good cheer We wish thee dear faithful a wondrous New Year Our fine bowl is made of the white maple tree With the Wassailing
At times I wish I were dead Busy people dancing all over my head This I value with every move they make Real bad headache with every step they take
There were three men, came out of the west Their fortunes for to try And these three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn must die Well, they've ploughed
U Drunk Yet. Yow bar tuff mi waan two hypnotic Two Courvoisier, Alize Wha dat roun de so? No sa mi nuh waan dat Yeah Campari Weh dem sey vodka, all right
hey, hey, BACHANNAL ! on d road its bacchanal through d streets its bacchanal on d stage its bacchanal make a bacchanal carnival is bacchanal behind the
Hey! Whiskey burns me up, wine turns my teeth all red. Tequila makes me loco, champagne hurts my head. But let me tell ya I'm a real big fan, of ice fishin
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Left alone - with fingers bleeding Try to claw - something worth keeping On my knees - and bleeding And you just don't give a fuck A new betrayal - fucked
Listen old soldier wherever you are The hills or the valleys come near or come far They say youth is a treasure we waste when we're young So come down
I'm praying for rain in California So the grapes can grow and they can make more wine And I'm a sittin' in a honky 'n in Chicago With a broken heart and
[Intro: (lady singing)] It's goin down, liqour store Must go down, goin down Bouncin to the liquor store Bout to purchase me a forty-O Liquorice types
Who got the hooch Who got the hooch Who got the only sweetest thing in the world The working day was long And the road is grinding on And your body?
Paranoia is haunting you and all these dirty looks They are right on cue You're full up to the brim with that 'He said, she said' trash You exist behind
They have laid him in three furrows deep Laid clods upon his head Then these three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn was dead, John Barleycorn was
There were three men came out of the west Their fortunes for to try And these three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn must die They've plowed, they
I'm praying for the rain in California So the grapes can grow and they can make more wine I'm sittin' in a honky in Chicago with a broken heart and a
You never knew The things your beauty made me want to do As if you'd care As if you'd ever let me take you there I guess you'll never see What you could