Douglas Roberts

Whiskey and Smoke

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Douglas Roberts
Douglas Roberts

Lyrics

WHISKEY AND SMOKE

This here is a little story about a set up you see
A funny set of circumstances about a co-worker and me
In his defense, this other fellow was not afraid to work
But it has been said by others, “he is a spiteful, wretched jerk”

For almost thirteen years we’d worked together without a major incident
There had been shouting matches to build camaraderie within the establishment
All of that broke down on the shift of so-called afternoon
That’s what brought me to the opportunity to sing for all of you this tune

CHORUS w/o N-W-B
All I got from the boss men was the run around
All I got on the streets were spinning wheels
And inside the bars I found Whiskey and Smoke
And baby-

He told me that he wanted to make life hard for some other decent folks
When I heard his plans I thought they were just more of his poor tasting jokes
I found he was serious, as I pursued the inquiry
He was looking for pleasure in all of my friends’ suffering and misery
(I couldn’t let that happen)

The two of us began to argue back and forth, on and on
It didn’t too long before my so called cool head was gone
I grabbed him quick, and then pushed him back:   He just kind of smirked
He pointed to a camera and said he’d make sure that footage put me out of work
(Here I come unemployment line)

CHORUS
All I got from the boss men was the run around
All I got on the streets were spinning wheels
But inside the bars I found Whiskey and Smoke
And baby; now we’re broke

The telephone rang; boss man said things were under investigation
Next thing I knew it rang again and informed me of my termination
My co-worker played innocent, acted like he didn’t want me to be fired
Well that’ OK you see, all my friends know he’s a no good liar

I will not mention his name; I don’t think he plays the accordion
He is slender built, got a large Adam’s apple, and his head looks like a pin
I vindicate this story in the hope that you all may know
If you are in an argument:  Make sure your actions are not captured on video!

CHORUS x 2
All you’ll get from the boss men is the run around
All you’ll get out on the streets are spinning wheels
But inside the bars they’ve got Whiskey and Smoke
And baby; now we’re broke

All I got from the boss men was the run around
All I got on the streets were spinning wheels
And inside the bars they’ve got Whiskey and Smoke
But baby; now we’re broke

(It don’t matter, it don’t matter
I don’t work no more, You know why? Because I’m broke)

(No sense in crying over spilled milk)