An upbeat, bluesy ditty about the near religious healing powers of booze in this dirty old world.
Started when the bartended slid a 5pm shot to a patron who said “Praise the Lord, the work week is over”. One small step into this song.
Say “Amen” when the whiskey bottle comes around
Shout “Hallelujah” if the gin starts to flow
Cry “Praise the Lord” as you knocking down your Thunderbird
It’s a rough world out there and sometimes you just gotta let it go
What you see ain’t ever quite what you get
The only promise is that someday you’re going to die
A decade older and drowning deeper and deeper in debt
So, pull the cork my friends, there ain’t no use in stayin’ dry
Step off that cliff, if you catch my drift
Let the war and squalor thrive
It’ll be therе tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar
For tonight just let it ride
Yеah you gotta let it ride
You can’t dodge bullets, the draft, or your taxes
You can’t keep your shameful bad love alive
You can’t keep a politician’s hand out of your pocket
So hold your breath and into that bottle let’s both take a dive
Say “Amen” when that whiskey bottle comes around
Shout “Hallelujah” if the gin starts to flow
Cry “Praise the Lord” if you’re knocking back your Thunderbird
It’s a dirty old world, sometime you just gotta let it go
Yeh, ya gotta let it go
Yeh just let it go