Second Pint

by Ass Pocket Whiskey Fellas

Released 2016
Released 2016
Ass pocket Whiskey Fellas are an eight-piece band, influenced by Irish traditional music, American bluegrass, Old time Country and Rock N’Roll.
Consisting of vocals, guitars, upright bass, mandolin, banjo, fiddle, cajon, accordion, harmonica and tin whistle
  • 05:20 Lyrics
    Bury Me in Whiskey


    Won't you bury me in whiskey let me die let me die,
    Bury me in whiskey let me die let me die
    The label on the bottle says at here at last I lay
    Won't you bury me in whiskey when I die... 

    Well they found a cure for heaven so good bye good bye
    they found a cure for heaven so good bye good bye
    They told me that it was perfect that was just a lie
    But they found a cure for heaven so good bye

    When I go, when I go, when I go bury me in whiskey
    When I go, when I go, bury me in whiskey
    Said glory hallelujah now I'm gone 

    If you think you see the future take it now take it now
    If you think you see the future take it now take it now,
    You know there ain't no turning back, you know that's ain't allowed 
    You think you see the future take it now

    When I go, when I go, when I go bury me in whiskey
    When I go, when I go, when I go bury me in whiskey
    Said glory hallelujah now I'm gone 

    If the devel's in your heart now let him go let him go
    If the devel's in your heart now let him go let him go
    Because if you let him in, you'll be the very last to know
    If the devel's in your heart now let him go

    When I go, when I go, when I go bury me in whiskey
    When I go, when I go, when I go bury me in whiskey
    Said glory hallelujah now I'm gone 

    You know there ain't no woman hold a candle next to you
    You know there ain't no woman hold a candle next to you
    Going to have to use a torch try to see it through
    Come on honey let me burn for you

    When I go, when I go, when I go bury me in whiskey
    When I go, when I go, when I go bury me in whiskey
    Said glory hallelujah now I'm gone

  • 04:07
    Dullahan
  • 04:58 Lyrics
    Guyanese Gold

    Aventura high-rise floor number seven door is creeping open a Guyanese gold sunYour people all around you giving you the blessing, you know you're living a life when it's not a question.

    Have you got a bucket list, and have you marked any off damn good if you do and if you don't it's not a loss Every sunsets a gift because tomorrow's not promised wouldn't you like to see the next Haleys comet

    Your purpose your passion it's in you don't ration you're flying your Landing keep moving keep dancing

     

    Aventura high-rise floor number seven door is creeping open a Guyanese gold sunYour people all around you giving you the blessing, you know you're living a life when it's not a question.

     

    Here's my main man Saladin,  I call him the mighty Quinn, had a quintuple bypass  to keep him breathing again Made it to the big game in just two short months to have some fun, I never get tired of hearing him say he's hanging out with his grandson

    Your purpose, your passion it's in you don't ration your flying your landing like Dov and his family

  • 04:53
    Love You Ma
  • 03:11
    P's and Q's
  • 04:16
    Never Make It Home
  • 03:47
    Whiskey Flux
  • 04:14
    Jiggin' & Reelin'
  • 04:08
    MT3
  • 04:21
    Max Cackle
NOTES
Mix one part New Riders Of The Purple Sage, one-part Chieftains, three parts Dropkick Murphy’s, and a pinch of Mojo Nixon. Shake vigorously. Add a pitcher of the house Micro-brew, chased by a flask of Jameson Irish Whiskey, and stir. Voila! You have The Ass Pocket Whiskey Fellas!
If you throw in a tavern audience, the chemical reaction is magic. The APWF are a crowd-pleasing band, taking requests, as they banter with their fans. …
Read more

Ode to Jimmy Butters

by Ass Pocket Whiskey Fellas

  • 05:14 Download Story Lyrics
    Ode To Jimmy Butters

     

     

    Ode To Jimmy Butters

     

    Waterin’ holes and the local pub.

    A place where the fellas can cop some suds.

    They congerate, at times in droves.

    That’s where the Blarney starts to flow.

    Fellas !

     

    Ya better think about where you’re gonna sit.

    Might be an issue, could cause a fit.

    Like I said or did I stutter,

    That seat belongs to Jimmy Butters.

     

    Chorus

    All the Liar Corner Lads are just killin’ time.

    To the ones not forgotten, I’ll raise my pint.

    All the Liar Corner Lads are just killin’ time.

    Raise your pint and say, “Hey !”

    “Jimmy Butters, we’re doin’ fine !”

     

    A friend had some troubles the night before.

    Seems little darlin’ walked out the door.

    Ya better snatch that change from the old tin can.

    Off to the Blarney Stone for Black and Tans.

    Fellas !

     

    It’s come full circle, it took awhile.

    That local pub, from the house about a mile.

    Familiar faces all down the line.

    Liar Corner Lads just killin’ time

     

    Chorus

     

     

     

     

     

     

  • 04:18 Download Story Lyrics
    Handover Fyste

    Handover Fyste

     

    (Music &Lyrics George Davis/Arrangement assist J. Laux)

     

    He Drank hand over fist, be it whiskey or beer

    Drinkin’, women and song are the things he holds dear

    And he’d relish a fight… aye, there’s none he would fear

    And they all called him Handover Fyste

    (CHORUS)

    HEY HI HANDOVER, HEY HI HANDOVER

    HEY HI HANDOVER, ANOTHER PINT TO ME

    (VERSE)

    TELL ME SIR WHERE CAN I FIND

    A PLACE TO LOSE WHAT’S ON MY MIND

    TELL SIR WHERE CAN I FIND

    A PLACE TO GET A DRINK

     

    UP THE ROAD A FURLONG PASSED

    A PLACE THEY CALL THE HARLOT’S GASH

    THERE’S BEER AND WHISKEY IN A GLASS

    IF YOU CAN STAND THE STINK

     

    I MADE IN THROUGH THE TAVERN DOOR

    TO WHERE THE BEER AND WHISKEY POURED

    WAS SERVED A PINT AND THEN TWO MORE

    BY THE OLD ONE EYED BARKEEP

    (LINE 2X)

    (VERSE)

    I SPIED A LASS WITH LIGHT GREEN EYES

    OF AMPLE BREASTS AND SLENDER THIGHS

    HER DANCING CAUSED ME PANTS TO RISE

    I KNEW I’D NOT RESIST

     

    I DOWNED MY DRINK AND STOLE A KISS

    HER MAN HE SWANG, BUT THEN HE MISSED

    THAT’S WHEN HIS FACE IT FOUND ME FIST

    HE DROPPED JUST LIKE A STONE

     

    ANOTHER DRINK HAD EASED MY IRE

    THE LASS OBLIGED TO QUENCH MY FIRE

    HER HEAD IT BOBBED UNTIL SHE TIRED

    MY TREE UNLEASHED ITS SAP

    (CHORUS)

    HEY HI HANDOVER, HEY HI HANDOVER

    HEY HI HANDOVER, ANOTHER PINT TO ME

    (BREAKDOWN) FIDDLE SOLO

     (CHORUS)

    HEY HI HANDOVER, HEY HI HANDOVER

    HEY HI HANDOVER, ANOTHER PINT TO ME

    (LINE OUT)

     

     

     

  • 03:50 Download Story Lyrics
    I P A

    IPA

     

    Drinkin all day

    IPA yea-yea

    High time to order

    Deep dark ass porter

     

    12 noon I’m in the mood, got a hopped up attitude

    Ass pocket full of cash, to the pub I made a dash

    Cancel all plans for today to the pub I made my way

    Gonna grip a Sculpin at the bar, that’s the best idea so far

     

    Been drinkin all day

    IPA yea-yea

    Its high time to order

    A deep dark ass porter

     

     

    Been at the bar for so long felt little like Neil Armstrong

    One step for man then mankind, to the hole I gotta drain the line

    Oh ya I gotta be somewhere, the Fellas at Mike’s lair

    Wanna get to fellin’ right, IPA nothing lite

     

    Been drinkin all day

     IPA yea-yea

    It’s high time to order

    A deep dark ass porter

     

    (solo)

     

    Drinkin all day

    IPA yea-yea yea-yea

    High time to order

    Deep dark ass porter

     

    Drinkin all day

    IPA yea-yea yea-yea

    Sit down now lets gather

    Nothing else matters

     

  • 04:59 Download Story Lyrics
    Sharque E. Neaux

    Sharque E. Neauxe

     

    Eric always said I should get a boat

    I said why when my kayak floats

    TC harkened Sharky-No’s for sale

    4th glass of wine I said what the hell

    Yah yah

    Price was right never was an issue

    Handed me the title, offered him a tissue

    Happy boat owners, one begins one ends

    Gonna rip some lips like every weekend

    Oh ya

    Brought her home the motor wasn’t right

    Took it to the man who could make it tight

    His name is Godefroot the Hungarian MacGyver

    Got the motor humming purring like a tiger

    Oh ya

    She’s a 14-foot aluminum hull

    2 stroke 25 starts with one pull

    5-gallon tank, she’s good on gas

    Deceptive speed I say it hauls ass

    Hell ya

    (Chorus)

    Sharque Neauxe

    She want to has to gots to go go go

    She want to has to gots to go go go

     

    Doc and I clocked the maiden voyage

    De Anza cove to the OB pier edge

    Sturty put a sheen on the wood side panels

    Caught the first Spotty in Cays South Channel

    Yea ya

    Everingham from the ramp about a mile

    Got bait thanks to OB, Kev and Kyle

    Sardine or Chovy pin one on drop down

    Gonna hang a Hali, its pound for pound

    Oh ya

    Capacity says 5 will fit

    670 pounds that’s it

    Ask Mike or Juan, 3 for Crappy fishin

    Or Ellis and Patches always on a mission

    Yay ya

    She’s no Nortonizer not even close

    To the back of El Cap 10 minutes or so

    Around the point all over La Jolla

    Been to Catalina, how’s that say BooYaa

    Hell ya

    (Chorus)

    Sharque Neauxe

    She want to has to gots to go go go

    She want to has to gots to go go go

    Sharque Neauxe

    She want to has to gots to go go go

    She want to has to gots to go go go

     

     

     

     

      

     

Ass Pocket Whiskey Fellas
Steve Earle

Story

Jack does a great job on this Steve Earle song... Check it out...

Lyrics

Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk
Of a day -i-ay-i-ay
I met a little girl and we stopped to talk
Of a fine soft day -i-ay-i-ay
And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do
'cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue
And I knew right then I'd be takin' a whirl
'round the Clairemont prom with a galway girl

We were halfway there when the rain came down
Of a day -i-ay-i-ay
And she asked me up to her flat downtown
Of a fine soft day -i-ay-i-ay
And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do
'cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue
So I took her hand and I gave her a twirl
And I lost my heart to a galway girl

When I woke up I was all alone
With a broken heart and a ticket home
And I ask you now, tell me what would you do
If her hair was black and her eyes were blue
I've traveled around I've been all over this world
Boys I ain't never seen nothin' like a galway girl



Ass Pocket Whiskey Fellas
Jimi Hendrix

Story

Here's a song that Chin High and Stiver sing together... Pretty cool story from Jimi Hendrix himself... 

Lyrics

Down the street you can hear her scream "you're a disgrace"
As she slams the door in his drunken face,
And now he stands outside and all the neighbours start to gossip and drool.

He cries "Oh girl, you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?"
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green.

And so castles made of sand, fall in the sea, eventually.

A little Indian brave who before he was ten, played war games in
the woods with his Indian friends, and he built a dream that when he
grew up, he would be a fearless warrior Indian Chief.

Many moons passed and more the dream grew strong, until tomorrow
He would sing his first war song,
And fight his first battle, but something went wrong,
Suprise attack killed him in his sleep that night

And so castles made of sand, melts into the sea eventually.

There was a young girl, whose heart was a frown,
Because she was crippled for life, and couldn't speak a sound
And she wished and prayed she would stop living, so she decided to die.
She drew her wheel chair to the edge of the shore, and to her legs she smiled

"You won't hurt me no more."
But then a sight she'd never seen made her JUMP AND SAY
"Look, a golden winged ship is passing my way"
And it really didn't have to stop...it just kept on going.
And so castles made of sand slips into the sea, 
Eventually
Ass Pocket Whiskey Fellas
Alice In Chains

Story

Whats to say about this beauty from Alice In Chains except its awesome! 

Lyrics

                                                                     "Them Bones"

Aaah! Aaah! Aaah! STIVE!

I believe them bones are me
Some say we're born into the grave

I feel so alone, gonna end up a
Big ole pile of them bones

Aaah! Aaah! STIVE!

Dust rise right on over my time
Empty fossil of the new scene

I feel so alone, gonna end up a
Big ole pile of them bones

Toll due bad dream come true
I lie dead gone under red sky

I feel so alone, gonna end up a
Big ole pile of them...
I feel so alone, gonna end up a
Big ole pile of them...
I feel so alone, gonna end up a
Big ole pile of them bones
Ass Pocket Whiskey Fellas
Christian Hymn

Story

Amazing Grace" is a Christian hymn with words written by the English poet and clergyman John Newton (1725–1807), published in 1779. With the message that forgiveness and redemption are possible regardless of sins committed and that the soul can be delivered from despair through the mercy of God, "Amazing Grace" is one of the most recognizable songs in the English-speaking world.

Ass Pocket Whiskey Fellas recorded Amazing Grace to salute all the fallen Americans War Hero's that have given their lives for the freedoms that we enjoy today.  

Ass Pocket Whiskey Fellas
Ass Pocket Whiskey Fellas

Story

"Johnny I Hardly Knew Ye" (also known as "Johnny We Hardly Knew Ye" or "Johnny I Hardly Knew Ya"). It's a popular traditional song, sung to the same tune as "When Johnny Comes Marching Home". First published in London in 1867 and written by Joseph B. Geoghegan, a prolific English songwriter and successful music hall figure, it remained popular in Britain and Ireland and the United States into the early years of the 20th century. The song was recorded by The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem on their self-titled album in 1961, leading to a renewal of its popularity and bringing us to todays new version recorded by Ass Pocket Whiskey Fellas in 2013.

 

 

Lyrics

While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
While goin' the road to sweet Athy
A stick in me hand and a tear in me eye
A doleful damsel I heard cry,
Johnny I hardly knew ye.

Chorus:

With your drums and guns and guns and drums, hurroo, hurroo
With your drums and guns and guns and drums, hurroo, hurroo
With your drums and guns and guns and drums
The enemy nearly slew ye
Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer
Johnny I hardly knew ye.

Where are the eyes that looked so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are the eyes that looked so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are the eyes that looked so mild
When my poor heart you first beguiled
Why did ye scadaddle from me and the child
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.

(Chorus)

Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your legs that used to run
When you went to carry a gun
Indeed your dancing days are done
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.

(Chorus)

I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
I'm happy for to see ye home
All from the island of Ceylon
So low in the flesh, so high in the bone
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.

(Chorus)

Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg
Ye're an armless, boneless, chickenless egg
Ye'll have to be put with a bowl out to beg
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.

(Chorus)

They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo
They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo
They're rolling out the guns again
But they never will take my sons again
No they'll never take my sons again
Johnny I'm swearing to ye.

Join the Fella's Mailing List

Simply enter your email address to find out where the Fellas are playing!

Buy Our Latest CD "Second Pint" At iTunes&Amazon

Follow Us Here!

YouTube -- https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=ass+pocket+whiskey+fellas Spotify -- https://play.spotify.com/artist/5SlMDwoRDKdzdru1OFpesg?play=true&utm_source=open.spotify.com&utm_medium=open Pandora -- https://www.pandora.com/artist/ass-pocket-whiskey-fellas Facebook -- https://www.facebook.com/search/top/?q=ass%20pocket%20whiskey%20fellas