A Six Pack Of The Brown

Drinkin' from a jug that I found in my couch

It's got a cork and a label and it's whiskey I'll pouch

Burns like a blowtorch as I chug it on down

I chase it on back with a swig of the brown

It's like a freight train, I've had nothin' to eat

Landlord's been bangin' for nearly a week Me and the dog will later go out for a stroll

To the dive bar on Burnside where they'll cash in your dole

We'll share the house burger and a basket of tots

In the warmth of the alehouse with the other have-nots

Me and the dog would just love to skip town

But I grabbed me to go a six-pack of the brown

But I grabbed me to go a six-pack of the brown