I woke up this morning late
Afraid to get out of my bed
I felt like a two-ton weight
Was hanging over my head
I had to work my eight
Before I could go to my bar
And I just couldn't wait
To be where my good times are
I just couldn't wait
Five o'clock was much too late
I figured what I'd do
Was stop and have just one or two
Because I love my beer
More than I love my money
I love my beer
More than I love my honey
I love my beer
More than rock-and-roll
I love my beer
More than my country or my soul
Well one or two turned into a few
And I figured what the hell
Then three or four turned
Into three or four more
And I missed my starting bell
I called in sick to work
Said I was just about ready to die
One day that trick won't work
After that, neither will I
But I figure what the hell
I guess that's just as well
I've got nothing to fear
As long as I've got my beer
And I love my beer
Much more than I love that job
I love my beer
Even more than I loved my wife
When I drink my beer
I ain't afraid of God
I love my beer
More than this miserable life
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the original fair copy in my hand
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with appropriate chord changes
(still in effect nearly every time i play it)
and a remark that i'd written it
the day before and was "happy w/ it".
my greatest hit by far in my own estimation
though "wham-bam" has had more fans
(as i imagine).
anyhow, i'll sell it to you for a hundred bucks.
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maybe this isn't as crazy as it sounds.
i'll sell you the whole first issue of the
original handwritten ten page news
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