歌词
I'm thinkin' about the year of nineteen and twenty nine
I'm thinkin' 'bout the year of nineteen and twenty nine
New Year caught me with my money and man I was doin' very fine
I was lyin' down with my baby, we had one small quart of gin
I was lyin' down with my baby, we had a small quart of gin
And the old doorbell kept a-ringin', I wouldn't leave nobody come in
The whistle was blowin' for New Year, around twelve o'clock at night
The whistle was blowin' for New Year, around twelve o'clock at night
I lied there arguin' with my baby, until the good Lord broke daylight
Early one New Year mornin', I was walkin' down by the mill
I say early one New Year mornin', I was walkin' down by the mill
Every man likes his liquor, when he gets it fresh from the still
I hate to drink on New Year,
For this whiskey they're makin' is too strong
I say I hate to drink on New Year,
This whiskey they're makin' is too strong
Because I would take two or three
Drinks, I'll be drunk the whole day long
(Hurry up with that Santy Claus, bring him on around here)