A song about just saying "f#ck it" and getting drunk. Too bad we didn't have a real banjo at the time.
lyrics
Oh well, what the hell
Another worthless night
Guess I’ll go out to the still, sit there and drink until
I don’t want to fight no more
Hey what can I say
I fill it up again
I guess I could stay sober, but ‘til this all blows over
I just won’t know when to say when
I’m gonna fill up the bucket
I’m gonna burn me a bone
I’m gonna whittle me a hound dog
And sit here and drink all alone
Well so, there you go
The story’s sad but true
You might learn a lesson, it could be refreshing
If it ever happens to you
Just keep on prayin’ that there ain’t no hole in the bucket
credits
from Who Are the Foonspeeders?,
released December 1, 1997
Music/Lyrics: Scott Martin
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Drums: Scott Haumesser
Bass, Vocals: Mike Adams
Guitars, Vocals: Maurice Adams
Guitars, Keys, Vocals: Scott Martin
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