March 2021
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| The Poetry of Beer Country Music v. Poetry Edition |
| Chris Young I Can Fix A Drink Well it's hotter than hell outside right now It's 100 in the shade with the sun beating down Forecast calling for some more of the same Well I can't fix that, but I can fix a drink I turn on FOX news and then CNN But it's the same dang thing all over again The world's in the toilet and the market's in the tank Well I can't fix that, no But I can fix a drink, pour it on ice Mix it on up and get'cha feeling right I can get'cha buzzed, I can get'cha smiling I can make you feel like you're sitting on an island I can make it fruity or I can make it strong All you gotta do is tell me what you want Put it to your lips, take a little sip Tell me what you think, yeah I can fix a drink -------------- |
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| Gene Watson Drinkin' My Way Back Home Drinkin' my way back home Listenin' to a honky tonk song I hope the Devil in my soul don't steer me wrong 'Cause I'm drinkin' my way back home I can feel that Texas sun Down on this redneck of mine Every time I pop top I'm getting closer to the Arkansas line I left a trail of Lone Star beers From here to San Antone So, baby, here I come, don't worry Drinkin' my way back home |
| Audrey Kletscher Helbling Two Men, Two Beers George settled onto the cracked vinyl bar stool, cocked his seed corn cap and ordered a cold one, harvest done, corn brimming bins, a big fat check widening his worn wallet. Across the street, Stephen slid onto a shiny stool, ran a hand through his hair and ordered an IPA, conference done, files brimming computer, credit card pressed into his slim back pocket. George eased the neck of the brown bottle to his lips, drank deep, content as a cow chewing cud with his brand-name beer. He glanced out the window, saw his son sipping beer, tipped his bottle to the beer snob. |
Francis Saltus Saltus Beer What merry fairy, oh cool, delicious beer, Gave thee the power through centuries to maintain A charm that soothes dull care, and laughs at pain; A power sad hearts to vitalize and cheer? No blasé palate of thy drops can fear; Once quaffed, lips eager, seek thy sweets again, Without thee students sing no loud refrain; Laughter and mirth depart, be thou not near. And when I drink thee to my soul’s delight, A vision of King Gambrinus, at and gay, Haunts me, and I behold bright tankards shine, And hear him laugh with many a thirsty wight, And merry maiden, drinking night and day, In quaint, old, gabled towns a long the Rhine. ------------------ |
| Travis Tritt Country Club 'm a member of a country club Country music is what I love I drive an old Ford pick-up truck I do my beer drinkin' from a Dixie cup Hey I'm a bonafide dancin' fool I shoot a mighty mean game of pool At any honky-tonk roadside pub I'm a member of a country club ------------ |
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