Moja żona - whisky

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Mówią o mnie w mieście: "Co z niego za typ?

Wciąż chodzi pijany, pewno nie wie co to wstyd.

Brudny, niedomytek, w stajni ciągle śpi!

Czego szukasz w naszym mieście?

"Idź do diabła" - mówią ludzie pełni cnót.

Ludzie pełni cnót.



Chciałem kiedyś zmądrzeć. Po ich stronie być.

Spać w czystej pościeli, świeże mleko pić.

Naprawdę chciałem zmądrzeć i po ich stronie być.

Pomyślałem więc o żonie, aby stać się jednym z nich

Stać się jednym z nich, Stać się jednym z nich.



Już miałem na oku hacjendę, wspaniałą mówię Wam,

Lecz nie chciała tam zamieszkać żadna z pięknych dam

Wszystkie śmiały się wołając, wołając za mną wciąż:

"Bardzo ładny frak masz Billy,

Ale kiepski byłby z Ciebie, kiepski byłby mąż.

Kiepski byłby z Ciebie mąż."



Whisky moja żono, jednak Tyś najlepszą z dam.

Już mnie nie opuścisz, nie, nie będę sam.

Mówią whisky to nie wszystko, można bez niej żyć.

Lecz nie wiedzą o tym ludzie,

Że najgorzej w życiu to,

To samotnym być, to samotnym być.

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A Harley nie lepszy od whiskey?

Whisky...sorry /nt

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wszystko OK, ja nawet wolę whiskey od whisky :)

Whiskey, you're the devil, you're leadin' me astray
Over hills and mountains and to Americae
You're sweeter, stronger, decenter, you're spunkier than tae
O whiskey, you're my darlin' drunk or sober

Oh, now, brave boys, we're on the march and off to Portugal and Spain
The drums are beating, banners flying, the devil ahome will come tonight
Love, fare thee well, with me tithery eye the doodelum the da
Me tithery eye the doodelum the da, Me rikes fall tour a laddie oh
There's whiskey in the jar. Hey!

Whiskey, you're the devil, you're leadin' me astray
Over hills and mountains and to Americae
You're sweeter, stronger, decenter, you're spunkier than tae
O whiskey, you're my darlin' drunk or sober

Said the mother: "Do not wrong me, don't take my daughter from me
For if you do I will torment you, and after death a ghost will haunt you
Love, fare thee well, with me tithery eye the doodelum the da
Me tithery eye the doodelum the da, Me rikes fall tour a laddie oh
There's whiskey in the jar. Hey!

Whiskey, you're the devil, you're leadin' me astray
Over hills and mountains and to Americae
You're sweeter, stronger, decenter, you're spunkier than tae
O whiskey, you're my darlin' drunk or sober

The French are fighting boldly, men dying hot and coldly
Gives ev'ry man his flask of powder, his farlock on his shoulder
Love, fare thee well, with me tithery eye the doodelum the da
Me tithery eye the doodelum the da, Me rikes fall tour a laddie oh
There's whiskey in the jar. Hey!

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Zdaje się, że whiskey to brytyjska forma...ale głowy nie dam :P

Ta piosenka:) Nie wiem dlaczego, ale to, co na końcu zmyliło
mnie...:) Na myśl przyszła mi zupełnie inna piosenka:P

As i was going over
The Kork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell
And his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol
And then produced my rapier
I said "Stand and deliver
Or the devil he may take you"

I took all of his money
And it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money and
I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she'd love me
No Never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman
For you know she treat me easy

Mush a ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy'o
Whack for my daddy'o, there's
Whisky in the jar, o

etc.

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Woke up this mornin',
Tastin' Jim Beam.
Holdin' the answer,
To some ol' boys dream.
I gotta bad reputation,
Guess I made life wild.
Like my whiskey on ice,
And my women on fire.

From Memphis to Mobile,
I've played all the die.
Lord knows I'm lucky,
Just to still be alive.
I'm an all around rebel,
And I won't be denied.
Like my whiskey on ice,
And my women on fire.

I like my whiskey on ice,
My women on fire.
Like a good soundin' guitar,
And won't be called a liar,
I spent many long night,
With a burnin' desire.
Pour my whiskey on ice,
And my women on fire.

Some folks talk about me,
Guess they always will.
They think it's been an easy ride,
And all been down hill.
[Whiskey On Ice lyrics on www.metrolyrics.com]

What they don't think about,
What they don't realize.
Is the shoes that I'm fillin',
Are a mighty big size.
One night in Nashville,
Tried to take my life.
'Cause my friends had all left me,
And so had my wife.
But a fast flight to Floida,
Made me realize,
I had some whiskey on ice,
And some Florida women on fire,

I like my whiskey on ice,
My women on fire.
Like a good soundin' guitar,
And won't be called a liar.
I spent many long nights,
With a burnin' desire.
Pour my whiskey on ice,
And my women on fire.

I like my whiskey on ice,
Women on fire,
Like a good feelin' guitar,
And won't be called a liar,
I may grow old,
But I'll never grow tired,
Of my whiskey on ice,
And my women,
Women on fire

[exman]

Last night as I slept
I dreamt I met with Behan
I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day
When questioned on his views
On the crux of lifes philosophies
He had but these few clear and simple words to say

I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing

I have cursed, bled and sworn
Jumped bail and landed up in jail
Life has often tried to stretch me
But the rope always was slack
And now that Ive a pile
Ill go down to the Chelsea
Ill walk in on my feet
But Ill leave there on my back

Because I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing

Oh the words that he spoke
Seemed the wisest of philosophies
Theres nothing ever gained
By a wet thing called a tear
When the world is too dark
And I need the light inside of me
Ill walk into a bar
And drink fifteen pints of beer !!!

Iam going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing !!!


no i to tygrysy lubią najbardziej :) Slangh !