Posts tagged "drinking"
I was born in a smoked barrel.
My mouth was full of barley and rye.
Now I done grown up and run away from home,
but I will always be a momma’s boy.
People ask me: “Why whiskey?”
And I tell them why:
“Because whiskey is my favorite way to die.”
When your work’s no good,
and your woman’s even worse,
call up a single malt doctor:
the world has never seen a better nurse.
Comrades want vodka,
and foodies, they want good wine.
But I’ll take a drink that’s always there for me
when I need to forget the time.