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.
After my fourth beer, I realize the night can’t be productive and just order one more.
I’m eating vodka soaked gummy bears and regretting my life choices.
I just want to find a girl who is interested in taking a shower with me and a bottle of wine.
Do you like to sing? I need the recordings of many voices to make a group chorus in a song I just wrote called “A Beer With A Friend”. Don’t be shy. It’s a jaunty, pub song, so beautiful singing voices are not required (or even encouraged). For more information on how to help, click here. I greatly appreciate anyone who takes the time. I’ll be sure to credit all contributors when I post the finished product. Thank you, lovelies! — KC