There’s a tear in my beer,
And I am crying for you dear,
You are on my lonely mind…
When the gun smoke settles we’ll sing a victory tune,
And we’ll all meet back at the local saloon,
We’ll raise up our glasses against evil forces singing,
“Whiskey for my men, beer for my horses.”
Whiskey, whiskey on the shelf
You were so quiet there all by yourself
Things were fine until they took you down
Then opened you up and passed you around
Come day, go day
Wish in me heart it was Sunday
Drinking buttermilk all the week,
And a whiskey on a Sunday"
Learn to work the saxophone
I play just what I feel
Drink Scotch whiskey all night long
And die behind the wheel
I’m just sitting here watching the wheels go 'round and 'round,
I just love to watch them roll…
Roll on, (roll on) big mama,
I like the way you sing,
Roll on (roll on) big mama,
The night time lets her breathe,
Well, the feel of the wheel delivers me
From a life where I don’t wanna be and the diesel smoke
With every stroke sings a song with a heavy note
Don’t go riding on the long Black train…
There’s victory in the Lord I say,
Victory in the Lord…
Mental wounds not healing
Life’s a bitter shame
I’m going off the rails on a crazy train
Train I ride, sixteen coaches long
Train I ride, sixteen coaches long
Well that long black train got my baby and gone
Good mornin’ America, how are you?
Don’t you know me? I’m your native son.
I’m the train they call the City of New Orleans,
I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
My memory is muddy,
What’s this river that I’m in?
New Orleans is sinking man,
and I don’t wanna swim
You’ll see a Dixieland Santa Claus
Leading the band to a good old Creole beat
Golly, what a spirit, you can only hear it
Down on Basin Street
Then a crowd a young boys they’re a foolin’ around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don’t give a damn about any trumpet playin’ band
It ain’t what they call rock and roll
Then the Sultans
Yeah the Sultans they play creole, creole
Rock and roll ain’t noise pollution
Rock and roll ain’t gonna die
I said, I know it’s only rock ‘n’ roll but I like it
I know it’s only rock ‘n’ roll but I like it, like it, yes, I do
Another Rock ‘N’ Roll Christmas
Another Christmas Rock ‘N’ Roll
We better hold each other tight
You never know it might snow tonight
Step into Christmas,
Let’s join together,
We can watch the snow fall forever and ever.
Frosty the Snowman was a jolly happy soul,
With a corn cob pipe and button nose and 2 eyes made out of coal…
Rudy’s on the midway
And Jacob’s in the hole
The monkey’s on the ladder
The devil shovels coal
With crows as big as airplanes
The lion has three heads
And someone will eat the skin that he sheds