George Thorogood’s song “One Bourbon, one Scotch,
one Beer” is my favorite drinking song. It
has a lot. It has a blues guitar with
just enough distortion to make it dirty and nasty – just like good blues is
supposed to be played. And, his
voice. Damn. You get the sense that this dude just took a
good swig right before singing the song.
Hell, you can almost smell the alcohol on his breath through the music.
And, the story – yes, the story makes the song
work. A dude is down on his luck and
does not have a job. His landlady
harasses him for the rent. He explains
that he has been looking but has found nothing.
He goes to a friend’s house to ask to stay, but the friend’s wife is “funny”
about that arrangement, and the answer is “no.”
So he decides to tell his landlady that he finally found a job to buy
him time to pack up all his stuff in his room.
He packs up all his stuff and leaves out the back door. Then, he goes to the bar and asks his
bartender for the title of the song.
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