The Alcoholic Blues (Some Blues)
Words by Edward Laska, Music by Albert Von Tilzer
Words by Edward Laska, Music by Albert Von Tilzer
Verse 1: I love my country, 'deed I do,
But oh that war has made me blue.
I like fightin', that's my name,
But fightin' is the least about the fightin' game.
When Mister Hoover said to cut my dinner down,
I never even hesitate, I never frown.
I cut my sugar, I cut my coal.
But now they dug deep in my soul.
But oh that war has made me blue.
I like fightin', that's my name,
But fightin' is the least about the fightin' game.
When Mister Hoover said to cut my dinner down,
I never even hesitate, I never frown.
I cut my sugar, I cut my coal.
But now they dug deep in my soul.
Chorus: I've got the blues, I've got the blues, I've got the Alcoholic Blues.
No more beer my heart to cheer, Good bye whiskey, you used to make me frisky,
So long highball, so long gin, Oh, tell me when you comin' back again?
Blues -- I've got the blues, Since they amputated my booze.
Lordy, lordy, war is well, you know, I don't have to tell.
Oh, I've got the alcoholic blues, Some blues.
No more beer my heart to cheer, Good bye whiskey, you used to make me frisky,
So long highball, so long gin, Oh, tell me when you comin' back again?
Blues -- I've got the blues, Since they amputated my booze.
Lordy, lordy, war is well, you know, I don't have to tell.
Oh, I've got the alcoholic blues, Some blues.
Verse 2: Prohibition, that's the name,
Prohibition drives me insane.
I'm so thirsty soon I'll die,
I'm simply goin' to 'vaporate, I'm just that dry.
I wouldn't mind to live forever in a trench,
Just if my daily thirst they only let me quench.
And not the Bevo or Ginger Ale,
I want the real stuff by the pail.
Prohibition drives me insane.
I'm so thirsty soon I'll die,
I'm simply goin' to 'vaporate, I'm just that dry.
I wouldn't mind to live forever in a trench,
Just if my daily thirst they only let me quench.
And not the Bevo or Ginger Ale,
I want the real stuff by the pail.
Chorus: I've got the blues, I've got the blues, I've got the Alcoholic Blues.
No more beer my heart to cheer, Good bye whiskey, you used to make me frisky,
So long highball, so long gin, Oh, tell me when you comin' back again?
Blues -- I've got the blues, Since they amputated my booze.
Lordy, lordy, war is well, you know, I don't have to tell.
Oh, I've got the alcoholic blues, Some blues.
No more beer my heart to cheer, Good bye whiskey, you used to make me frisky,
So long highball, so long gin, Oh, tell me when you comin' back again?
Blues -- I've got the blues, Since they amputated my booze.
Lordy, lordy, war is well, you know, I don't have to tell.
Oh, I've got the alcoholic blues, Some blues.
