With Irish venues treating me so well over all the years playing music, it was bound to happen... In the true vein of Irish music, a song about drinking whiskey and stouts, fighting, and falling down.
A big shout out to Moran's, The Farside, Fado, O'Bannon's, Willie McBride's, O'Donoghue's, and so mant others.
Slainte!!
This version was recorded live in the studio with the use of my TC-Helicon VoiceLive 2 harmonizer which I use for my live shows.
I woke up this morning with two black eyes
A cut on my forehead that I couldn’t hide
My wife said “Jesus, who beat the crap out of you?”
I tried to remember but I couldn’t think
Something about having one more drink
And the boys all shouting out for the juice of the dew
We hunkered down, we prepared to pound
But the lights went out in a rain of stout
When the whiskey hit me I couldn’t fight back
When the whiskey hit me I couldn’t fend the attack
Went a couple a rounds then a few rounds more
That’s when the whiskey hit me… and I hit the floor
That very next night I’m at the scene of the crime
Trying to dig up some clues and see what I’d find
The barman said “Dig, if ya can, to the bottom of this glass”
I considered a different point of attack
But what he said made sense so I tossed that shot back
And now I’m back in the ring and I’m taking revenge on the past
I jabbed and punched, but the punch punched back
The harder I tried, the harder it cracked
When the whiskey hit me I couldn’t fight back
When the whiskey hit me I couldn’t fend the attack
Went a couple a rounds then a few rounds more
That’s when the whiskey hit me… and I hit the floor
Let the drums of revolution cry
Let freedom ring, let tyranny die
Many braver men have gone this way
So raise your glass to those resting in their graves
Maybe a stronger man could have won that fight
Or maybe I was fighting too late in the night
But I wasn’t alone in the great battle for the drink
The boys in the bar, they fought brave, they fought hard
But in the end even the barman was scarred
‘Cause that bottle has friends, more than you might think
We hunkered down, we prepared to pound
But the lights went out in a rain of stout
When the whiskey hit me I couldn’t fight back
When the whiskey hit me I couldn’t fend the attack
Went a couple a rounds then a few rounds more
That’s when the whiskey hit me…
When the whiskey hit me I couldn’t fight back
When the whiskey hit me I couldn’t fend the attack
Went a couple a rounds then a few rounds more
That’s when the whiskey hit me… and I hit the floor
Let the drums of revolution cry
Let freedom ring, let tyranny die
Many braver men have gone this way
So raise your glass to those turning in their graves
credits
from REBOOT,
released July 16, 2013
Words and music by Patrick Fleming, Jr.
Produced by Patrick Fleming, Jr.
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flavoring.
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Spice up with memorable melodies and musical hooks.
Finish off with a splash of heartfelt and tongue-in-cheek lyrics.
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