I Used To Drinks A'Bit


A humorous, Honky-Tonkin' cautionary tale about the perils of demon liquor.




Verse One

I used to drinks a’bit.
Sometimes I’d get pretty lit.
It helped me relax at the end of the day,
‘Cept gettin’ home from them bars, I’d get lost along the way.
Sometimes I’d get loud and unkindly.
And all my ex-wives, they really didn’t like me.
‘Cause drunk I was a mean ol’ mother,
More of a fighter than a lover,
And when I’d tie one on, everybody had to run for cover.

Chorus

I used to drinks a’bit.
Yeah, sometimes I’d get pretty lit.
But I didn’t fret it, ‘cause I figured I could lick it,
It’s just that certain things seemed to trigger it.
Like Christmas time and New Years Eve,
St. Patty’s Day and Halloween,
And a few other things in between.
Like Super Bowl Sunday and Cinco De Mayo,
My birthday and the Fourth of July, oh,
And when I’m smilin’ and when I’m cryin’
And nighttime and daytime I’d drinks a’bit,
But that was absolutely, pretty much it.

Verse Two

Yeah, I used to drinks a’bit.
Sometimes I’d get pretty lit.
But them bruises and scars started addin’ up,
From fallin’ down instead of standin’ up.
Them hangovers pounded harder and harder.
Them blackouts got darker and darker.
Passin’ out and sellin’ Buicks,
Makes a guy look kinda’ foolish.
Too many heartaches and shakes and unlucky breaks.

Chorus

I used to drinks a’bit.
Yeah, sometimes I’d get pretty lit.
But I didn’t fret it, ‘cause I figured I could lick it,
It’s just that certain things seemed to trigger it.
Like Christmas time and New Years Eve,
St. Patty’s Day and Halloween,
And a few other things in between.
Like Super Bowl Sunday and Cinco De Mayo,

My birthday and the Fourth of July, oh,

And when I’m smilin’ and when I’m cryin’
And nighttime and daytime I’d drinks a’bit,
But that was absolutely, pretty much it.


Bridge

One day I woke up in jail for drunk and disorderly.
They said I messed up a saloon right properly.
‘Cept I couldn’t remember, I didn’t have a clue.
But my ribs was damn tender and my eye was black and blue.
That’s when I started thinkin’,
Maybe I oughta’ give up all this drinkin’,
‘Cause everything done dried up, except for me.

Verse Three

That genie in the bottle decieved me.
Didn't grant my wishes, just stole my dignity.
So I got down on my knees to the Diety.
Lord, if ya happen to be in the vicinity,
Sure could use a change in me.
And right then and there.
The Man Upstairs answered my prayer.
I was forgiven, I got a brand new beginnin'.
I said Hasta la vista
To that ol' demon Tequila.

I used to drinks a'bit...















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