cd: Sultana
track 10: Drunk On O’Douls
I’ve got a friend
Named Odie O’Doul
He loves his pints
Like plow loves a mule
One fateful night
When his love was untrue
He set out for the pub
Thinking about more than a few
He planned to drink
‘Til his troubles were gone
Come back to his empty bed
Just before dawn
Chin on his chest
He climbed up on a stool
And the man to his left
Had a beer called O’Doul’s
Odie thought surely
This must be sign
A fine new concoction
With the same name as mine
Three hours from now
When I’m drunk as a fool
Well it only makes sense
I’d be drunk on O’Douls
He wet his whistle
That night to extreme
The empties piled up
And he counted sixteen
Drowning his sorrows
Round after round after round
A little surprised
That his head was so clear
Considering he’d drank
Two gallons of beer
But some life lessons
Just seem unnaturally cruel
You can’t get drunk on O’Douls
Odie’s new buddy
Was baring his soul
How life on the wagon
Was taking its toll
In between swigs
He was happy to tell
How his quitting drinking
Was just like going through hell
Odie just sat there
Fairly confused
Both of them drinking
Like there’s nothing to lose
Well you can lie to yourself
If that what you choose
And that’s what they did
Another round of O’Douls
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Well his money ran short
And his spirits were low
The man at the bar said
You’ll soon have to go
Would you like your last one
With a little more fuel
He shook his head said
Think I’ll stick with O’Douls
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Words & Music by Kyle Aughe