Old Black Rum

I drank 16 doubles for the price of one
tryin to find the courage to talk to one
I asked her for a dance, not a second glance
my night had just begun

Well I’d drink to the father or the holy ghost
kneeling at the alter of my nightly post
and I’ll raise a glass, not the first or last
come join me on this toast

‘Cause the old black rum’s got a hold on me
like a dog wrapped around my leg
and the old black rum’s got a hold on me
will I live for another day

The queen of George St. went walkin by
walkin by with some guy who don’t care
that she stood in line since half past nine
and spent three hours on her hair

Her friend is lookin at me with an evil grin
I think a bloody racket might soon begin
I must have said something to the George St. Queen
now the boys are joining in.

‘Cause the old black rum’s got a hold on me
like a dog wrapped around my leg
and the old black rum’s got a hold on me
will I live for another day

So I drank all of my money & slept out in the rain
Everyday is different, but the nights are all the same
Never see the sun on the old black rum
and I know I’m gonna do it again.

Chorus x2

I drank 16 doubles for the price of one