Singin' the Blues or any other durn thing ya want.

[Texas Lawdog]

Bro. Sleep, Any picture with good lookin' women in it , is okay with me.

[Tensleep]

Bro. Sleep, Any picture with good lookin' women in it , is okay with me.

[Trinity]

One of Arcey's favorite pictures from that night 

http://www.kimandbarrymckenzie.com/Cowboy%20Action/BlueRidgeRoundUp_2006/Banquet/pages/P4081874_JPG.htm

Shoooooo!  That one is my fav-o-ryte too!

[Texas Lawdog]

There's nuthin better than cold BUD LIGHT, unless it's a couple of cases of BUD LIGHT!

[Leo Tanner]

Gonna have ta go back an hit all them links afore they get buried under a dozen more pages.  Gettin back inta field work sure is gettin ma way readin here.

Normaly I would have posted a somewhat appropriate song here but noooooooo.


Leo

[Texas Lawdog]

When you say the best, you say BUD,  The King of Beers!

[Scattered Thumbs]

(ST sneaks in)

  If you see me walkin down the line
With my favrite honky tonk in mind,
Well, Ill be here around suppertime
With my can of dinner and a bunch of fine.

Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yeah.
Uh-huh-huh, baby, dont you wanna come with me?

The crowd gets loud when the band gets right,
Steel guitar cryin through the night.
Yeah, tryn to cover up the corner fight
But evrythings cool cause theys just tight.

Beer drinkers and hell raisers, yeah.
Huh, baby, dont you wanna come with me?
Ah, play it boy.

The joint was jumpin like a cat on hot tin.
Lord, I thought the floor was gonna give in.
Soundin a lot like a house congressional
cause were experimental and professional.

Beer drinkers, hell raisers, yeah.
Well, baby, dont you wanna come with me?


(ST sneaks out)

[litl rooster]

do I smell a pipe?

[Texas Lawdog]

Do you wanna drink?  Do you wanna party?   This is rockin' Randall Hank, ready to get tha thing started.

[Scattered Thumbs]

I got ketchup on my blue jeans, I just burnt my hand
Lord, it's hard to be a bachelor man
I got girls that can cook, I got girls that can clean
I got girls that can do anything in between
I got to get ready, make everything right
Cause all my rowdy friends are comin over tonight

Do you want a drink, hey, do you want to party
Hey, honey, this is ole Hank, ready to get the thing started
We cooked the pig in the ground, got some beer on ice
And all my rowdy friends are comin over tonight

Now, my party pad is out in the woods
It's a long, long way from here to Hollywood
But I got some natural queens out on the floor
And ole Miss Mississippi just walked through the door
Got a little wirlpool just made for ten
And you can jump out and you can jump in
You can do anything that you wanna do
But, uh-uhh, don't you step on my cowboy boots

Do you want to drink, hey do you want to party
Hey, this is ole Hank, ready to get this summer started
I cooked a pig in the ground, we got some beer on ice
And all my rowdy friends are comin over tonight

Do you want to drink, hey, do you want to party
Hey, hey, this is rockin, Randall Hank
Ready to get the summer time started
We cooked the pig in the ground
We got some beer on ice
All my rowdy friends are comin over tonight
That's right, come on in

[Arcey]

Do you wanna drink?  Do you wanna party?   This is rockin' Randall Hank, ready to get tha thing started.

Know it's been a day or two, thought I'd throw it out to the Texas folks.

Mid ta late sixties, a disk jockey with WTAW-AM, Bryan, Texas. Boy by the name of Randy Neal? Anyone remember him?

[Scattered Thumbs]

do I smell a pipe?

If it was Borkum Riff vanilla cavendish ya might have. 

[Texas Lawdog]

Arcey, Bro Sleep might remember, cause he went to TAMU.

[Leo Tanner]

Gonna have ta go back an hit all them links afore they get buried under a dozen more pages.  Gettin back inta field work sure is gettin ma way readin here.

Normaly I would have posted a somewhat appropriate song here but noooooooo.


Leo

OK, I got a little time and remembered the Irish Rovers...

Could've been the whiskey
Might've been the gin
Could've been the three or four six-packs,
I don't know, but look at the mess I'm in
My head is like a football
I think I'm going to die
Tell me, me oh, me oh my
Wasn't that a party

Someone took a grapefruit
Wore it like a hat
I saw someone under my kitchen table
Talking to my old tom cat
They were talking about hockey
The cat was talking back
Long about then every-thing went black
Wasn't that a party

I'm sure it's just my memory
Playing tricks on me
But I think I saw my buddy
Cutting down my neighbour's tree

Could've been the whiskey
Might've been the gin
Could've been the three or four six-packs,
I don't know, but look at the mess I'm in
My head is like a football
I think I'm going to die
Tell me, me oh, me oh my
Wasn't that a party

Billy, Joe and Tommy
Well they went a little far
They were sittin' in my back yard, blowing on a sireen
From somebody's police car

So you see, Your Honour
It was all in fun
The little bitty track meet down on main street
Was just to see if the cops could run
Well they run us in to see you
In an alcoholic haze
I sure can use those thirty days
To re-cover from the party

Could've been the whiskey
Might've been the gin
Could've been the three or four six-packs,
I don't know, but look at the mess I'm in
My head is like a football
I think I'm going to die
Tell me, me oh, me oh my
Wasn't that a party

[Scattered Thumbs]

Keeping the party trend.

From the "same three guys, same three chords"

I found an empty house in my neighborhood,
I knew that wer shouldn't but I thought we could.
Knew it wouldn't be hard to slide into the backyard,
Called all my friends and slipped a hundred to the guard.
We turned on the radio and had a party on the patio.

Betty's in the sauna and she's getting kind of hot,
Mary's in the icebox wishin' she was not.
Connie's in the whirlpool, Jimmy's tryin' to be cool,
Libby's in the bushes 'cause she's nobody's fool.
We turned the lights down low and had a party on the patio.

Heard the cops are coming so we tried to jump the fence,
Mary didn't make it and we haven't seen her since.
Connie had another drink, Jimmy simply couldn't think,
Billy G. was passed out underneath the sink.
But everybody's gonna show for another party on the patio. 

[Leo Tanner]

ZZ Top is very appropriate fer this.


Leo

[Texas Lawdog]

Police in general really don't like to be "messed with" by drunks or the general public. Folks are more likely to be put in jail when they stick their feet in  their mouths. It's always a good idea not to be too "mouthy" when you're around cops. It will probably keep you out of jail. When drunks get out in public, they better get ready to meet the cops and probably end up in jail.

[Leo Tanner]

Well here's Eric Burden tellin us how ta avoid that trouble...

When I think of all the
good times that I've wasted
having good times
When I think of all the
good time that 's been
wasted having good times
When I was drinkin'
I should've been thinkin'
When I was fighting
I could've done the right thing
All of that boozin'
I was really losin'
Good times
Good times

When I think of all the
good time that's been
wasted having good times
When I think of all the
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good time that's been
wasted having good times
All of my lying
I remember her crying
My useless talkin'
I couldv'e been walkin'
Instead of complainin'
I couldv'e been gainin'
Good times

Yes, here we all are having
a jolly good time
And everything is working out
fine, ha ha ha ha ha

Useless talkin'
All that walkin
All of my sinnin'
I could've been winnin'
I have it too easy
And its a beginning of good times

Good times
I said good times
Talking bout good times

[Texas Lawdog]

If more drunks took his advise, I might not have a job anymore. I don't see that happenin, It hasn't happened in 38 years and I don't think anything will change.

[Ozark Tracker]

well if we're gonna mention Eric, we got to include this one.


There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

[Organ Solo]

Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one