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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 »


will see me go

Now I love that moonshine whiskey now, tell the world I do
Yes I love that moonshine whiskey now, tell the world I do
Now this is
moonshine whiskey now, tell the world I do
Now this is the reason why that I drink, I'm just trying to get along with you

I said oh, oh bring me another half
Today's special is Memphis Soul Stew
We sell so much of this, people wonder what we put in it
We gonna tell you right now
Give me about a half
Today's special is Memphis Soul Stew
We sell so much of this, people wonder what we put in it
We gonna tell you right now
Give me about a half
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
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'm
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
Today's special is Memphis Soul Stew
We sell so much of this, people wonder what we put in it
We gonna tell you right now
Give me about a half
overstand, rising up in a hip-hop stance
Society's got to me
That's all you need, yeah, yeah

My way is your way, but I won't see
'Cause no one can tell
overstand, rising up in a hip-hop stance
Society's got to me
That's all you need, yeah, yeah

My way is your way, but I won't see
'Cause no one can tell
Delicious

Now, just a little pinch of organ
Now, gimme half a pint of horn
Place on the burner and bring to a boil
Yep, that's it, that's it, that's it,
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
But that's alright.

Baby, bring me another half-a-pint,
I'm trying to drown these blues, yes I am.
People if you had my trouble,
Baby, I know
Tell me why, tell me why, tell me why
Now I've got my reasons for feeling this way
Day after day and as nights go by
So, if you think my heart is
A pint of beer and a pretty girl, a pack of Camel Lights
Sweaty little men worship those Southern girls in tights
And we keep on playin' the songs that
got a right mind to tell you
That I can't keep loving you (can't keep loving you)
Oh, with half of my heart

I was made to believe I'd never love
I drank that you know what I wanted to do
Sleep

Uh, uh, then I got me a pint about half past four
I felt so good I went out and got me some more
I
on a saturday night

Can't you hear the thunder someone stole my watch
I sold a quart of blood and bought a half a pint of scotch
Some one tell those chinamen
My father married a Cherokee
My mother's people were ashamed of me
The Indian's said that I was white by law
The white man always called me Indian
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
long time 

Oh, doctor, doctor, I ain't drinked in a great long time 
Bring us half a pint
I'm gonna take a drink of this, if the good Lord don't
on a Saturday
Night.

Can't you hear the thunder someone stole my watch, I sold a quart of blood
And bought a half a pint of scotch, some one tell those
over late up
Me, Ginny, she sits over late up
Between the pint pot and the cup

It's down the pits, we'll go me marrers
It's down the pits, we'll go me
display
And he knew that he'd be ready with a stainless steel machete
And a half a pint of Ballentine's each day
And he holed up in room above a hardware
Romeo: Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo what up, what up this is Romeo
Got my boys Don and Marq
Half-Pint: Yeah
Batman: What up
Kickin' that funky Immature