The Drinker's Road

Come gather round the fire, boys, and rest your weary feet,

The night is long, the road was hard, and the company is sweet.

I've traveled far from highland glen to dusty Mexican plain,

And every town I passed through left a bottle in my name.

There's Budweiser red and Bud Light cold, Corona with the sun,

Heineken and Stella bright when the working day is done.

Guinness dark as river mud, Carlsberg, Coors, and Miller too,

Modelo, Asahi, Tsingtao, and the crafts that pull us through—

Sierra Nevada, Stone, and Lagunitas by the score...

Lord, there's a thousand more.

Chorus

So raise your glass, my friends, raise it slow and true,

To the ones who made the liquor and the ones who drank it too.

From the yellow hills of Yellow Tail to Dom Pérignon's fine gold,

Every bottle holds a story that the old ones never told.

I met a man in Kentucky who swore by Jack and Beam,

Another in the green of Ireland drinking Jameson's dream.

Johnnie Walker walked beside me, Crown Royal kept me warm,

Glenfiddich and The Macallan through the high and lonesome storm.

Maker's Mark and Buffalo Trace, single malts from far away...

They all have something to say.

Chorus

There's Smirnoff clear as winter rain, Absolut and Grey Goose white,

Belvedere and Ketel One that shine against the night.

Bacardi sails the Caribbean, Captain Morgan tells his lies,

Havana Club and Mount Gay under warm and starry skies.

José Cuervo, Patrón, Don Julio, Casamigos in the dust,

Gordon's, Tanqueray, and Hendrick's when the gin is all you trust.

Baileys soft as evening, Jägermeister bold and black,

Campari and the Aperol that call the summer back.

Hennessy and Rémy Martin, Courvoisier's old grace...

Every drop has found its place.

Final Chorus

So raise your glass, my friends, raise it slow and true,

To the ones who made the liquor and the ones who drank it too.

From the yellow hills of Yellow Tail to Dom Pérignon's fine gold,

Every bottle holds a story that the old ones never told.

And when the fire's burning low and the last song's nearly through,

We'll pour one more for the road, my friends...

and one for me and you.

(Let the last chord ring)