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Bring Another Half Pint (Sonny Boy Williamson II) · Half Pint (Half Pint) · Half Pint (Half Pint) · Greetings from Half Pint (Half Pint) · Monday at the Hug and Pint (Arab Strap) · Monday at the Hug and Pint [Japan Bonus Tracks] (Arab Strap) · Evig Pint (Kaizers Orchestra) · Pint of Ale (Huey "Piano" Smith & the Clowns) · Half & Half (The Four Seasons) · Half Saint, Half Sinner (Tony Toliver) – and 90 other albums »


Well, I'm sloppy drunk again, sleepin' all by myself

I say, "Woh, bring me another half of pint"
I say, "Woh, bring me another half of pint"
Well, I
Bring Another Half A Pint Track #21 3:02
Sonny Boy Williamson I (John Lee)
(John Lee Williamson)
Chicago, November 12, 1947
With Blind John Davis -
1, 2
1, 2, 3

I'd rather be sloppy drunk than anything I know
I'd rather be sloppy drunk than anything I know
Another half a pint, then you'll see me
I take xannies, I can’t eat no breakfast
Half a pound for breakfast
2 grams of molly breakfast
A pint of lean for breakfast
I got Collard Greens
my ash tray maybe just enough to pay
For a half pint of somethin', probably make us choke

Well, you know I'd rather not go and meet your family
They'd
a mouth as big as galway bay

See her drinkin' 16 pints of Pat's blue ribbon
And then she can walk home without a sway
If the sea were beer instead
a mouth as big as galway bay

See her drinkin' 16 pints of Pat's blue ribbon
And then she can walk home without a sway
If the sea were beer instead
change in my ash tray maybe just enough to pay
For a half pint of somethin', probably make us choke

Well, you know I'd rather not go and meet your
mm-mm-mm
Bring another half-a-pint
Now, an' I believe I'll get n' drunk
Baby, I'm gonna wreck this joint

Now, an' I love my moonshine whiskey
I tell
with me
She put her hand into her bag, now
Pulled out a half pint of red eye sauce
Sneakin' 'round the corner, drinkin' whiskey from a jar

I don't
pride
We are more than we are
We are one

Family family
We are one
Family family
We are one

If there's so much I must be
Can I still just be me
The way I
I met him at the fishing hole

But old Dillon wasn't toting his half pint of tin hide

His roll your own tobacco string was a-hanging from his pocket
call mama Rita and my daddy Jack
A little baby brother on the floor that's Mac
Riz and Liz are the family twins big brother Ed's on the bayou fishin'
supper?"
She orders up another pint of beer

When first I come into the dirt
I had no trousers nor pit shirt
And now I've getting two or three
Walker Pit
all for us they never had
Big brother little brother sister too none of them turned out half bad
Cept me I'm the black sheep of the family

Big
supper?"
She orders up another pint of beer

When first I come into the dirt
I had no trousers nor pit shirt
And now I've getting two or three
Walker Pit
and filled with pride
We are more than we are
We are one

Family family
We are one
Family family
We are one

If there's so much I must be
Can I still
Yeah they raised that horse to be a jumper
He was owned by a Midwest bible thumper
His preacher was a Louisiana drummer
Took all winter to get
of the mornin'
I'm supposed to be a young lady

But I like my music loud and a real big crowd with a cooler close by
I like a pint' crown and a country sound
don't mind 
Reminds me I was No. 29 
 
 Now I go to the ballgames cold nights, half pints 
Friday nights I'm always here 
We got a pretty good team,
Mama Rita and my daddy is Jack 
Little baby brother on the floor is Matt 
Green and Lynn are the family twins 
Big brother Ed's on the bayou fishing
raise the flag shout down the past the stars and stripes stream by at
Half mast your eyes well up with tears and yeah so do mine I never knew the
High
night in Birmingham after the band had played we piled into that filthy van and got out of that place by half a mile or half a minute I was a sunken,
a bracelet
Just to satisfy your fourteen carat mind.

[Chorus:]
Layin' by these railroad tracks in Denver
With a hurtin' head and a half a pint of wine
Headed out for Austin, now we're half way down the road
Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by
Steady staring out the window
It fells good, it fells