Drinking Song

Well we've been working hard all day
For jobs worth more than what they pay
Our hands are rough, our knuckles bruised
Our spirits spent, our strength all used

But Friday night at day's end
When the sun is going down
We take our hard earned wages
And we all head into town

So
Pour me out another one
A cup of something strong
Cos I've been waking in the dark
To work the whole day long

And even when I get home
There's no guarantee of rest
But Friday I forget it all
That's why I like it best
Yes Friday I forget it all
That's why I like it best

I knew a man named John McGuinn
He claimed that liquor was a sin
He said it made you Satan's slave
And marked you for an early grave

He never let a man step foot
Upon his boat if he was known
To have drink from time to time
He said the liquor was a crime

But one night as he steered his boat
Unto the shore, unto the shore
A storm picked up like no one's ever
Seen before, not seen before

And down he went with all his crew
To visit Davy Jones
And rest forever more
All of their noble, sober bones

Though he lived dry
His passing was quite wet
And here's the moral
I never will forget

If there'd been barrels filled with rum
That he'd have kept on board
He could have climbed on top of them
And floated into shore

If there'd been barrels filled with rum
That he'd have kept on board
He could have climbed on top of them
And floated into shore

So
Pour me out another one
A cup of something strong
Cos I've been waking in the dark
To work the whole day long

And even when I get home
There's no guarantee of rest
But Friday I forget it all
That's why I like it best
Yes Friday I forget it all
That's why I like it best