I Drink Good Whiskey
Merline Johnson – Vocals
Aletha Robinson – Piano
Big Bill Broonzy – Guitar
Fred Williams – Drums
July 30, 1937
Chicago, Illinois
Piano in Eb
INTRO
I drink good whiskey, good whiskey is all I crave
I drink good whiskey, good whiskey is all I crave
It looks like good whiskey, goin’ to carry me to my grave
I don’t want no liquor, that sells for 5 cents a shot
I don’t want no liquor, that sells for 5 cents a shot
Just give me bottle in bond, ‘cause it really hits the spot
If I get full of good whiskey, and stag’ up to your door
If I get full of good whiskey, and stag’ up to your door
Just forgive me this time, daddy, and I won’t be bad no more
I drink good whiskey, and I drinks it all the time
I drink good whiskey, and I drinks it all the time
And when I get drunk, daddy, ooh well well, baby, please don’t pay me no mind
PIANO SOLO
(Spoken: Yes, I wished I had a neck like a giraffe, so when I take a drink it would tickle my throat a long time)
Hey hey, good whiskey, Lord, it’s really killing me
Hey hey, good whiskey, Lord, it’s really killing me
If I can’t get good whiskey, I don’t know what will become of me
Merline Johnson – Vocals
Aletha Robinson – Piano
Big Bill Broonzy – Guitar
Fred Williams – Drums
July 30, 1937
Chicago, Illinois
Piano in Eb
INTRO
I drink good whiskey, good whiskey is all I crave
I drink good whiskey, good whiskey is all I crave
It looks like good whiskey, goin’ to carry me to my grave
I don’t want no liquor, that sells for 5 cents a shot
I don’t want no liquor, that sells for 5 cents a shot
Just give me bottle in bond, ‘cause it really hits the spot
If I get full of good whiskey, and stag’ up to your door
If I get full of good whiskey, and stag’ up to your door
Just forgive me this time, daddy, and I won’t be bad no more
I drink good whiskey, and I drinks it all the time
I drink good whiskey, and I drinks it all the time
And when I get drunk, daddy, ooh well well, baby, please don’t pay me no mind
PIANO SOLO
(Spoken: Yes, I wished I had a neck like a giraffe, so when I take a drink it would tickle my throat a long time)
Hey hey, good whiskey, Lord, it’s really killing me
Hey hey, good whiskey, Lord, it’s really killing me
If I can’t get good whiskey, I don’t know what will become of me