Well, I've been there, seven nights Uh hmm, I've been there drunken nights, seven drunken days Uh hmm
Oh, as I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk be I saw a outside the door where my old horse should be Well, I called me wife and I said to her, "Can you kindly to me" Who owns that horse the door where my old horse should be?
You're drunk, you're You old fool, now you can not see And that's a sow that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or But a saddle on a sow sure I saw before
And as I went home on Tuesday as drunk as drunk could be I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat be Well, I called me wife and I said to her, "Can you kindly to me" Who owns that coat behind the door my old coat should be?
You're drunk, drunk You old fool, now you can not see That's a woolen that me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day traveled a hundred miles or more But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw
And as I went home on night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe be And I called me wife and I to her, "Can you kindly tell to me Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old should be?
Billy, drunk, you're drunk You old fool, now you can not see That's a tin whistle that me mother sent to me Well, many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I saw before
And as I went home on night as drunk as drunk could be I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots be And I called me wife and I to her, "Can you kindly tell to me Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots be?
Billy, drunk, you're drunk You old fool, now you can not see They're two lovely pots me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day traveled a hundred miles or more But laces in Geranium pots I never saw
And as I went home on night as drunk as drunk could be I saw a head upon the bed where my old head be And I called me wife and I said to her, "Can you kindly to me Who owns that head with you in the bed my old head should be?
Billy, you're drunk, you're You old fool, now you can not see That's a baby boy me mother sent to me Well, it's many a day I've traveled a miles or more But a baby boy with his whiskers on, I never saw