Drinking Song Lyrics

Well we’ve been working hard all day

For jobs worth more than what they pay

Our hands are rough, our knuckles bruised

Our spirits spent, our strength all used

But Friday night at day’s end

When the sun is going down

We take our hard earned wages

And we all head into town

So

Pour me out another one

A cup of something strong

Cos I’ve been waking in the dark

To work the whole day long

And even when I get home

There’s no guarantee of rest

But Friday I forget it all

That’s why I like it best

Yes Friday I forget it all

That’s why I like it best

I knew a man named John McGuinn

He claimed that liquor was a sin

He said it made you Satan’s slave

And marked you for an early grave

He never let a man step foot

Upon his boat if he was known

To have drink from time to time

He said the liquor was a crime

But one night as he steered his boat

Unto the shore, unto the shore

A storm picked up like no one’s ever

Seen before, not seen before

And down he went with all his crew

To visit Davy Jones

And rest forever more

All of their noble, sober bones

Though he lived dry

His passing was quite wet

And here’s the moral

I never will forget

If there’d been barrels filled with rum

That he’d have kept on board

He could have climbed on top of them

And floated into shore

If there’d been barrels filled with rum

That he’d have kept on board

He could have climbed on top of them

And floated into shore

So

Pour me out another one

A cup of something strong

Cos I’ve been waking in the dark

To work the whole day long

And even when I get home

There’s no guarantee of rest

But Friday I forget it all

That’s why I like it best

Yes Friday I forget it all

That’s why I like it best