I'd swim to the bottom and never come up. Well if I knew where whiskey grew. J. E. Mainer's Mountaineers "Drunkard's Hiccoughs" (Bluebird B-8400, 1940). Fer a five dollar bill.
If The Ocean Was Whiskey And I Was A Duck Go
I'd swim to the bottom and I don't know if I'd come up. O ensino de música que cabe no seu tempo e no seu bolso! Please check the box below to regain access to. Still I sit here and daydream and top off my cup. Turning off personalized advertising opts you out of these "sales. " NorthCarolinaFolkloreJournal, Charles W. Joyner, "The Repertory of Nancy Jones as a Mirror of Culture in Scotland County, " Vol. CROSS-REFERENCES: cf. 'Twill all be forgotten a hundred years hence. If the ocean was whiskey and I was a duck I'd swim to the bottom and drink my way up! but the ocean ain't whiskey and I ain't a duck so pass me the bottle and shut the fuck up! - Revenge Duck ( Angry Advice Duck. Check with your post office for actual postage - but you can send this thru the mail. But on June 6, 2003, a hundred years later, a second verse was added by a user on the newsgroup. EARLIEST DATE: 1910 (Lomax). Now that they are both gone, that's all I have left to remember them by…their stories. Botkin-TreasuryOfAmericanFolklore, pp.
If The Ocean Was Whiskey And I Was A Duck Duck
Them big, strong, red-headed men... they're fierce! And I was a duck, I'd swim to the bottom. I'll build me a still. 1517 (MFH #330) - As sung by Donnie Koonce, Springfield, Missouri on March 13, 1975. If i was a duck and the ocean was whiskey. New Lost City Ramblers, "Drunkard's Hiccups" (on NLCR08). In fact, the second verse is itself a direct attack on the poem itself, as if the author is saying, "Yes we can tell ourselves interesting stories about life but those metaphors are no substitute for the altered state.
If I Was A Duck And The Ocean Was Whiskey
Wisconsin traffic jam. You robbed my poor pockets. Les internautes qui ont aimé "Rye Whiskey" aiment aussi: Infos sur "Rye Whiskey": Interprète: Tex Ritter. Sometimes I drink brandy, sometimes I drink rum.
Standing on a corner with a nickel or a dime There. ABC, SongWright, PostScript, PNG, or. I'll go to some hollow and set up my still. Brown/Schinhan-FrankCBrownCollectionNCFolklore5 50, "Jack of Diamonds" (2 tunes plus text excerpts). So I'll stick to wild women and trust in my luck CHORUS. 374-377, "The Guerrilla Boy" (4 texts, 1 tune; the first of two texts filed as "C" is this song). Oh it's breath smells as sweet as the dew on the vine CHORUS. If the ocean was whiskey and i was a duck sauce. Since his stories were slowly becoming silenced, I could only infer that this was a song his Daddy and brothers would play on their old front porch at night. Here is to you two from we two, and if you two love we two as we two love you two here is to us four, but if you two don't love we two as we two love you two than here is to us two and no more. KEYWORDS: drink rambling floatingverses. Now I've no wife to quarrel, no babies to bawl. To rattlesnakes and condoms, Two things we don't fuck with! May those who love you love you; and those who don't love you, may God turn their hearts.