Jason Webley - Drinking song

^ETo the old chrome cassette, ^AOf my mother's voice, ^{D E}I still cry when I hear her sing^A. ^AThe clock struck twelve, The voice I love^D so well, ^EWas eaten up by the mach^Aine, ^EIt was eaten up by the m^Aachine!

^AWhen the glass i^Es full, ^ADrink up! Drink ^Dup! ^AThis maybe the last time ^EWe see this cup.^{A A}If God wanted us sober, He'd kno^Dck the glass over, ^ESo while it is full we drink up!^A

^EA toast to Mary, ^AA girl I once lov^Ded, ^EOh Lord, why do things have to d^Aie? ^AIf drinking beer, Could bring her back he^Dre, ^EI'd drink the damn place^A dry, ^EYes, I'd drink the damn p^Alace dry!

^AWhen the glass i^Es full, ^ADrink up! Drink ^Dup! ^AThis maybe the last time ^EWe see this cup.^{A A}If God wanted us sober, He'd kno^Dck the glass over, ^ESo while it is full we drink up!^A

^EHere's to the old house, ^AOn Lily Pond Lane^D, ^EAnd the room where my boots used t^Ao rest. ^AOne day I gave The foundation a s^Dhake, ^EBut my home did not pass t^Ahe test, ^ENo my home did not pass the^A test.

^AWhen the glass i^Es full, ^ADrink up! Drink ^Dup! ^AThis maybe the last time ^EWe see this cup.^{A A}If God wanted us sober, He'd kno^Dck the glass over, ^ESo while it is full we drink up!^A