Pour Me

Pour Me

Well I was raised in a family
Raising the bar
Watching skinny Texans playing big guitars
Knew right then at a very tender age
I would be making my livin’
Taking the stage
Watching the girls sway to my rock n’ roll

Well the life of a player is always full throttle
Need a little help from the creature in the bottle
On my third tranny on my Dodge Caravan
400 dollars for a five piece band
1200 miles west of Chicago

A little bit of Jameson’s
Never hurt anyone
And it won’t kill me
A drop of the Creature
That’s her finest feature
Pour Me, Pour Me, Pour Me
Another round

Well I love my wife, I miss my family
That’s when the Creature gets a hold of me
Now I’m in a juke joint
North of Salina
Chasing a bar maid
Where is my brain?
Driftin’ its way back to Chicago

A little bit of Red Breast
Has me thinking of her party dress
Let’s party!
The sins of the Creature
Don’t tell me you’re a preacher
Pour Me, Pour Me, Pour Me
Another round

She’s got me laughing as she drives me mad
Creature likes her good boy bad
Northern Ontario, Saturday night
Now is this a private or a public fight?
We don’t give a damn back in Chicago

A little bit of Jack Dan
Makes me a fighting man
Round 13!
A double of the Creature
Don’t mind if I do, sir
Pour Me, Pour Me, Pour Me
Another round

A little bit of Tullamore
Only makes me want her more
Yes indeed
A bottle of the Creature
Has me slidin’ out of my chair
Pour Me, Pour Me, Pour Me
Pour Me, Pour Me, Pour Me
Another round!