Pour Me Another
Uptempo high-energy celtic rock song. Fiddle breaks and strong lyrical hook. Pub song about lifes regrets.
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PLEASE WAIT - LOADING
Lyrics
Pour me Another By Doug Folkins ©2009
Chorus
Pour me another sleeve of stout
My insides twist about
I am drinking away my two weeks of pay
I’ll spend it all to black out
Verse 1
For a time I was a drifter
Shifting jobs and towns and gears
Through the rain and the mud, the tears and the blood
I burned up fifteen years
Chorus
Pour me another sleeve of stout
My insides twist about
I am drinking away my two weeks of pay
I’ll spend it all to black out
Verse 2
Once I had me a young wife
But we had no child
Soon I broke her heart but lord she did her part
Left me drunken, stoned and wild
Chorus
Pour me another sleeve of stout
My insides twist about
I am drinking away my two weeks of pay
I’ll spend it all to black out
(Break)
Bridge
It seems my health is leaving me
I’ll catch me one last ride
To the corners of hell, I bid you farewell
Pour me another for the ride
Chorus
Pour me another sleeve of stout
My insides twist about
I am drinking away my two weeks of pay
I’ll spend it all to black out
Pour me Another By Doug Folkins ©2009
Chorus
Pour me another sleeve of stout
My insides twist about
I am drinking away my two weeks of pay
I’ll spend it all to black out
Verse 1
For a time I was a drifter
Shifting jobs and towns and gears
Through the rain and the mud, the tears and the blood
I burned up fifteen years
Chorus
Pour me another sleeve of stout
My insides twist about
I am drinking away my two weeks of pay
I’ll spend it all to black out
Verse 2
Once I had me a young wife
But we had no child
Soon I broke her heart but lord she did her part
Left me drunken, stoned and wild
Chorus
Pour me another sleeve of stout
My insides twist about
I am drinking away my two weeks of pay
I’ll spend it all to black out
(Break)
Bridge
It seems my health is leaving me
I’ll catch me one last ride
To the corners of hell, I bid you farewell
Pour me another for the ride
Chorus
Pour me another sleeve of stout
My insides twist about
I am drinking away my two weeks of pay
I’ll spend it all to black out
