The Drunkard

(Mike Cross, 1983)



One night some friends and I went out

To have us a couple of rounds.

When who should appear there at the bar

But the drunkard of the town.

He came through the door with a rush and a roar,

Drinking more than the bar could bring.

Then he ordered up another and another and another

And he began to sing:



''Why do I drink, oh, why do I drink?

You ask me once again.

Well if I didn't drink then how could I stand

The drunkard that I am?''



The Lord takes care of fools and drunks

He said with a smiling face,

And I might not be a fool you see

So I'm trying to play it safe

And he asked me why I don't get sober

Well I've tried that before

Once I got sober and the old hangover

Made me drink that much more



With that he stumbled out the door

With many a crash and crack

Tripped head over heels and landed smack

In the middle of the railroad track

Then flat on his belly he began to crawl

Along the old cross ties

And as he crawled up the railroad track

We could hear him cry:



We watched him crawl up the railroad track

For a hundred yards or so

Then all of a sudden we saw him stop

And heard him start to moan.

''Could someone help me down,'' he cried.

''I'm drunk out of my mind

And this is the tallest ladder

That I've ever tried to climb.''



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