Текст песни Drinking Man

i'm a part of the furniture, this boozer's my home

i've been here forever, this barstool's my throne

i'm drinking short whiskeys with a half pint of stout

i smoke senior service or one of yours when i'm out

and i'm always out

the women say i'm foul, the men say i'm harmless

i'm the source of entertainment and conversation tireless

the vicar gives me sermons, the young ones give me cheek

you can read all about me in the bogs on high street

on high street

these may seem like wasted years

ah, but the stories i could tell

when these shoulders were broad and strong

and i served my country well

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but i'm feeling no pain today

so you can fill my glass again

and i'll grow old my own way

i've woke up near the barley fields

like a sack on the side of the road

with a belly full of drink,

and a chill running through my bones

if i dropped dead tomorrow,

you'd hear the righteous say

that iw as not a christian man,

and i pissed my life away

that's what they'd say

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