Drinking Man
Tales of a Barstool Kingdom: Embracing Life's Spirited Stories
Lyrics
I'm a part of the furniture, this boozer's my home
I consider myself a regular fixture in this bar; it feels like home.
I've been here forever, this barstool's my throne
I've been coming here for a long time, and this barstool is like my throne.
I'm drinking short whiskeys with a half pint of stout
I prefer short whiskeys with a side of stout when I drink.
I smoke senior service or one of yours when I'm out
I smoke Senior Service cigarettes or whatever is available when I'm not at the bar.
And I'm always out
I frequently go out; my presence is not confined to this bar.
The women say I'm foul, the men say I'm harmless
Women find me unpleasant, but men see me as harmless.
I'm the source of entertainment and conversation tireless
I am a source of constant entertainment and tireless conversation.
The vicar gives me sermons, the young ones give me cheek
The vicar gives me sermons, and young people sometimes disrespect me.
You can read all about me in the bogs on high street
Details about me can be found in the bathrooms on High Street.
On high street
Specifically, in the vicinity of High Street.
These may seem like wasted years
Although these years may seem wasted, they are filled with stories.
Ah, but the stories I could tell
I have experiences and tales despite appearances.
When these shoulders were broad and strong
Recalling a time when I was strong and served my country well.
And I served my country well
Reflecting on past glory and contributions to my country.
I'm not a picture of perfect health
I'm not in perfect health, but I'm not feeling pain today.
But I'm feeling no pain today
Despite health issues, I'm enjoying the moment without discomfort.
So you can fill my glass again
Please refill my glass; I'm ready for more.
And I'll grow old my own way
I intend to grow old on my terms, embracing my own lifestyle.
I've woke up near the barley fields
I've woken up in the barley fields, likely after a night of heavy drinking.
Like a sack on the side of the road
Similar to waking up as if discarded on the side of the road.
With a belly full of drink,
Having consumed a lot of alcohol, feeling the effects in my stomach.
And a chill running through my bones
Experiencing a cold sensation in my bones after a night outdoors.
If I dropped dead tomorrow,
If I were to die suddenly, some would criticize me for not being a Christian man.
You'd hear the righteous say
Expecting judgment from those who view my life choices negatively.
That iw as not a christian man,
A hypothetical criticism that I did not live a Christian life.
And I pissed my life away
Suggesting that I wasted my life through excessive drinking.
That's what they'd say
Reiterating the potential negative judgment of my life choices.
-repeat first verse-
Repeating the description of being a fixture in the bar.
-chorus-
Repeating the chorus, emphasizing the theme of growing old on one's own terms.
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