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Booze Fighter

by The Streakin' Healys

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1.
HONKY TONK NIGHTS As last night’s fog lifts from my head I now realize I’m in a stranger’s bed There’s blood on my hand and glass on the floor The trail leads up to the busted door My memory jogs right back to me Little white pills chased by whiskey I see the damage in front and back of me My conscience screams fucking apathy CHORUS Every time it is the same Drink all night and wake up in pain Whiskey, gin and coke turned out the lights Everyone join it’s my honky tonk nights I don’t drink wine unless it comes from a jug I don’t watch soccer and I won’t munch rug I’m drunk everyday as I run around the house I like my beer by the 40 ounce Don’t expect an apology from me And don’t you think I’ll just turn the other cheek And everything I do you don’t have to like But I’m not gonna change and they call me Big Mike CHORUS Every time it is the same Drink all night and wake up in pain Whiskey, gin and coke turned out the lights Everyone join it’s my honky tonk nights CHORUS Every time it is the same Drink all night and wake up in pain Whiskey, gin and coke turned out the lights Everyone join it’s my honky tonk nights
2.
SHOT AFTER SHOT When I was a little boy my father sat me down He said now son we've just begun let's have another round He said now son we're sober now in an hour we won't be That whiskey put hair on my chest and made a man of me CHORUS We took shot after shot and we slammed our glasses down We took shot after shot then we poured another round We took shot after shot then my father hit the ground He said now son go get my gun and he took a shot at me As I get much older now all my money goes to gasoline I wouldn't spend that much on wine or food or vaseline I miss those simpler days when Dad and I would get stoned drunk We'd rob the local liquor store and fill up our whole trunk CHORUS We took shot after shot and we slammed our glasses down We took shot after shot then we poured another round We took shot after shot then my father hit the ground He said now son go get my gun and he took a shot at me I got no wife and kids they would just be ashamed of me I'd stumble home to them and in the sink I would pee No woman, job or record label can take me seriously Go fuck yourselves I'm happy to just die in mystery CHORUS We took shot after shot and we slammed our glasses down We took shot after shot then we poured another round We took shot after shot then my father hit the ground He said now son go get my gun and he took a shot at me He said now son go get your gun and he took a shot at me
3.
THE WORST DAY One dark and drizzly night Nearly 3AM One wet and winding road Could be the end of him Just another figure for a book he's in Terrified and marginalized Now his life has been This is the worst day I can hear the angels singing in my mind I don't know where they'll take me this time He wakes up in a daze Can see his legs are stained From blood And he's been restrained To protect him and keep him from pain Stay awake recall, and try to state your name This is the worst day I can hear the angels singing in my mind I don't know where they'll take me this time I'll tell you I don't want to go
4.
WHISKEY DRINKIN' MAN I'm a whiskey drinkin' man She's a wine drinkin' girl and we take my truck all over the world your jet black hair changes everyday you got another tattoo and I'm stuck in my way As the cards are dealt we gotta play our hand And I'll always be your whiskey drinkin' man Start in LA head to New Orleans And you won't believe the shit I have seen So many shows to play, living day by day She feeds me Jack Daniel's and I'm on my way She's messed up good yeah just like me She enables me to co-dependency Just one of the boys if you need her to be If you mess with her you gotta answer to me It's a profound love between the bottle and us Then from New Orleans it's Boston or bust We roam from town to town just to settle our debt I've sent my shrink to early retirement I don't need no twelve step plan Cause I'll always be your whiskey drinkin' man Yeah I'll always be your whiskey drinkin' man When we're back home it's free drinks at the bar And both her arms are covered in stars Just one look shook me up you can see Her right shoulder says D.P.W.C. Long Beach Harbor just treated us right Sleep on a boat under the stars at night Drunk on the marina strolling hand in hand And I'll always be your whiskey drinkin' man Yeah I'll always be your whiskey drinkin' man Been crowned the whiskey king of every local bar Barons of Beer and Lords of Rum have traveled from afar Ducks and drunks and skunx and punks And scallywags we rule Heads of state, religion and wars they are the King of Fools Glass in hand I'll rule this land And I'll always be your whiskey drinkin' man Yeah I'll always be your whiskey drinkin' man
5.
BOOZE FIGHTER There was a young booze fighter who was filled with rebel pride He gathered up his belongs and kissed his mom goodbye He joined his cause’s army cause his innocence had died His mother cried and she cried and she cried and she cried The story of our booze fighter starts in simpler times With origins unknown there’s no history you will find He fights social injustice but don’t call it crime There is but one thing that does occupy his mind He said my goal’s but one That everyone has fun We’ll drink and drink some more Then we’ll pass out on the floor Now open your mouth and taste this everyone let’s get wasted The booze fighter he’s no mortal man Try to keep up with him, no man can Booze is what gives him his energy He don’t need food And he don’t need sleep (sleep, sleep, sleep) He said my goal’s but one That everyone has fun We’ll drink and drink some more Then we’ll pass out on the floor Now open your mouth and taste this everyone let’s get wasted
6.
RESEDA, CALIFORNIA You know that feeling when you find her and your both so alike You stay together all day and night You drink and smoke and have fun and don't fight Everything is total black and white Start at Casey's and the Yard where no sorrows are drowned Then take the truck out of town We are Venice bound A new king and queen are crowned Should we head to Vegas or down to Mexico Stolen wig and cowboy hat in tow They'll never catch us or know How far we are from home Everything I own and love is right here with me in this car My hopes, my dream and this old guitar We're gonna run away real far Where no one knows who we are CHORUS I want to go back to Reseda, California Two more years and I never would have known ya I want to go back to Reseda, California Come to our town you know we're gonna own ya I want to go back I want to go back I want to go back I want to go back I want to go back To Reseda, California I got your message and I never would have missed that call I wish I could have broken your fall Our hopes and dreams have crashed into a wall With no regrets we lived above all You never think those good friends will ever die Rebekka you are always on my mind Dirty Pirate Whores for life I never got to say goodbye CHORUS I want to go back to Reseda, California Two more years and I never would have known ya I want to go back to Reseda, California Come to our town you know we're gonna own ya I want to go back I want to go back I want to go back I want to go back I want to go back To Reseda, California
7.
THE DEVIL AND I I met a man down at the railroad tracks As I sat and played guitar He said now son let's have a little fun And show them who we are The first thought that crossed my mind In Georgia I must lie Men have sold their souls for less To be as good as I So on our way we go and play The game's debauchery It is fully possible he's been corrupted by me We'll tempt the innocent to beer, and jack and sins of flesh If you wanna see us raise some hell, can I get a hell yes? HELL YES! CHORUS We drink and we fight We stay up all night We can't do nothing at all right I don't care what you said to me We will plead insanity He takes three shots and does a line and smokes a little weed That shit will knock you on your ass alcohol is all I need Mary's where the night it peaks and sin is maximized The sweat it runs on down their hips over their supple thighs What night would be complete until we're on our knees and say But not at church or to your God is it that we pray Our deity is round and white and made of porcelain It helps us as we struggle to relive our night again The older that I seem to get I see the error in my ways What would all my heroes think Including John McClane I believe it's what alcoholics call A moment of clarity I'll live my life on the narrow and straight And bleed sobriety I'll never break the law and promise to follow all the rules If you actually think I'll live this way You are a fucking fool I don't need your techno, rap, or manufactured MTV Don't need all your mindless drones That will blindly follow me But if you want fun, drink, and music And originality Here's your choice: Sweat on the mat or bleed on the street Because we CHORUS Drink and we fight We stay up all night We can't do nothing at all right I don't care what you said to me We will plead insanity
8.
Do It 03:30
DUET I have a heart, I have a soul I have a mind, I'm in control Although you may be laughing now That could change I'll show you how You can run and you can hide I'm what you want so now decide You took away my breath and pride But I might stop by tonight Your smell, your taste, your memories I never ever want to leave He said that he could love you more You know that that's a lie for sure Your eyes your lips your skin your hair I've gotta leave, so much I care My life I just can't handle it To your temptation I submit Soon I won't forget Well I was scared but now I'm free Still I won't stop and you will see In my heart you'll always be Still our time was just a fantasy It was more than business I admit But now you must get over it Soon I won't forget CHORUS I won't forget you You fucked up my life Let's go our own way for tonight Oh, I'd give it all to you, if you'd ask me to Oh, here we go again just your shenanigans I'd make an honest woman of you You'd need something borrowed and blue I know it's a hard life you've been through I'll make a world we'll escape to It's not that simple to begin I've gotta float now you must swim Help me cause I'm drowning And sinking to the bottom of my life CHORUS I won't forget you You fucked up my life Let's go our own way for tonight I won't forget you (I) You fucked up my life (Won't) So say goodbye (Forget You)
9.
GHOST OF PREFONTAINE Well let me tell you a story about a man that's from Eugene He ran both far and wide and he lived out his dream He rode his feet all over the world I'll tell you what I mean His parents called him Steve but the world called him Pre Pre he was a front running man You'd think he ran each race Without any plan He held every record all across this land He started fast, he finished fast, that's how he ran Bowerman said, “I'll make a champion of you” That's just what he did before he was through Pre ran for his country and fought the AAU He always did the things that he said he would do Go Pre Go Pre Go Pre Go Pre Go A dark and drizzly night on the roads of Oregon A swerve a crash and Pre was gone as fast as he had come Alone in that street he died without anyone He'll be the first to heaven just fire that starting gun Go Pre Go Pre Go Pre Go Pre Go
10.
MAN OF MYSTERY This rambling man doesn't live here no more They chased him out of town and they boarded up the door He wasn't happy with what they wanted him to be He's a man of mystery He was a man of sorrow and a man of woe Show him the book of rules and out it would go When the guns are drawn the last man standing he'd be He's a man of mystery CHORUS Tie a knot String 'em up Pull it tight He said Don't let 'em down When they're off the ground A battle was waged all across this land Blood was shed by the work of his hand As he left town there's no chaos just peace As he's a man of mystery CHORUS Tie a knot String 'em up Pull it tight He said Don't let 'em down When they're off the ground CHORUS Tie a knot String 'em up Pull it tight He said Don't let 'em down When they're off the ground
11.
THE STRUGGLE IN LIFE When I wake up in the morning And I got no friend of mine Just makes me think and dream And want to go back to another time Back when times were simple And I hadn’t found the booze Back to the glory days back when I had something to lose These days do take their toll on me Got nothing else to do If I live to see age 30 I’ll be as surprised as you Hard drinkin’, druggin’, smokin’ life is a hard way to go So tired of living this life they all wanna call I told you so CHORUS I want to go back Want to go back Want to go back to another time Where there’s no struggle There’s no struggle There’s no struggle in life The holidays are the hardest time When you find yourself alone There’s no one there to comfort you Even sex on the phone They’ll charge your card, they’ll take your pride They’ll steal your identity Christmas time in rehab has been so good to me It gets so busy finding a tree And hanging up the lights The only time I find to drink Is in the day and night There’s no turkey in the oven But I like mine in a glass And if you don’t like my holidays Well you can kiss my ass CHORUS I want to go back Want to go back Want to go back to another time Where there’s no struggle There’s no struggle There’s no struggle in life CHORUS I want to go back Want to go back Want to go back to another time Where there’s no struggle There’s no struggle There’s no struggle in life
12.
Shot Song 01:56
THE SHOT SONG Let me ask you a question in here What if I drank all the beer? Let me ask you a question in here What if I made it disappear? What will you do when the beer runs out? What will you do with an ale drought? What will you do when the beer runs out? There's no need to scream and shout I'll tell you what we're gonna do I've got the perfect solution for you I've got a plan it'll lead you through The boring, sober life you knew CHORUS Pour me a shot Pour me one too Pour me a shot Pour me one too Pour me a shot Pour me one too Pour me a shot is what we're gonna do Now that you all know the plan Follow me and raise your hand Now that you all know the plan You'll be drunker than when you began CHORUS Pour me a shot Pour me one too Pour me a shot Pour me one too Pour me a shot Pour me one too Pour me a shot is what we're gonna do Now that I can barely stand Don't you all just love my band Now that I can barely stand You must do as I command CHORUS Pour me a shot Pour me one too Pour me a shot Pour me one too Pour me a shot Pour me one too Pour me a shot is what we're gonna do
13.
My Life 04:48
MY LIFE Where is this good life I was told I'd one day find I work my ass off everyday Just to stay behind Lies keep going on about responsibilities This weight that's squarely on my back Has brought me to my knees The whiskey and women and drugs Wear on my everyday I've got to catch a break real soon Before I float away CHORUS So give me some Willie or Johnny or Waylon Or even Hanks 1, 2 or 3 Get out of my face Your life's a disgrace And start drinking heavily There's been so many times I've felt like giving up I'm still standing here Which doesn't have to do with my luck I'm putting out my fires As you start them behind me I've got to get out of this forest To forsake the trees I'm sitting here and waiting For death's sweet release Until then lay off of me And let me drink in peace CHORUS So give me some Willie or Johnny or Waylon Or even Hanks 1, 2 or 3 Get out of my face Your life's a disgrace And start drinking heavily Where oh where Can I possibly go from here? The only thing in front of me Is a dirt road and an empty beer CHORUS So give me some Willie or Johnny or Waylon Or even Hanks 1, 2 or 3 Get out of my face Your life's a disgrace And start drinking heavily CHORUS So give me some Willie or Johnny or Waylon Or even Hanks 1, 2 or 3 Get out of my face Your life's a disgrace And start drinking heavily CHORUS So give me some Willie or Johnny or Waylon Or even Hanks 1, 2 or 3 Get out of my face Your life's a disgrace And start drinking heavily CHORUS So give me some Willie or Johnny or Waylon Or even Hanks 1, 2 or 3 Get out of my face Your life's a disgrace And start drinking heavily

about

The Streakin’ Healys, the greatest outlaw country band north of the Mason-Dixon Line, hail from Portland, Oregon. Their debut album, Booze Fighter releasing May 31, 2011, is guaranteed to be a fan favorite. Booze Fighter is promised to blow their fans out of the water (or in The Streakin' Healys’ case, into the beer). The Streakin’ Healys deliver all your favorite aspects of classic country, Americana, and punk rock mixed into one alcohol-fueled machine.

The Streakin’ Healys have been playing songs such as Shot After Shot, Do It, and The Devil and I for years at shows, and now their fans are finally getting to take those tracks home with them. But Big Mike Healy still has a few tricks up his long sleeves. With this album, he and band-mate Dirty Earl unfold the much awaited new tune, My Life.

The Streakin’ Healys aim to revolutionize the face of the music industry with their self-named drunkabilly style. Critics say Booze Fighter can be written off as gimmicky, but if you are willing to dig slightly deeper, you will find all of the songs are rooted on clever lyrics and excellent musicianship. There you will also find many callbacks to the band’s influences such as Waylon Jennings, Johnny Cash, John McClane, and Hanks I, II, and III.

If you make it out to one of their shows, you will be sure to enjoy their signature washtub bass as well as the band’s love of audience interaction (specifically during The Shot Song when Big Mike strongly encourages his audience to join him in taking three shots in the span of the two-minute song).

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released May 31, 2011

Musicians
Acoustic Guitar & Vocals: Big Mike Healy
Washtub Bass: Dirty Earl
Drums: Jesse Belle James
Fiddle: Sir Ian of Brandon
Electric Guitar: Double Wide & Uncle Larry
Slide Guitar: Uncle Larry & Dan P.
Banjo: Banjo Pete
Harmonica: Dan P.
Jaw Harp: Big Mike Healy

All Songs Written By Mike Healy
Recorded By Dan Pisarcik At:
The Alice House Recording Studio
Portland, OR

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