American Beer from Alligator Shoes by Bronson Rock

American beer, from the land where they drink it cold
One fine day its story will be told
From the big vats of Milwaukee to the Mississippi mud
It has fired and inspired and it’s
flowing through our blood.

1) Well the boys over in Dublin,
they like their Guinness Stout
They drink it at the funerals where they
lay the kinfolk out
It makes them sentimental or makes them fighting mad
Singing ‘bout their sainted mother or
about their drunkard dad.

2) They got 20 ounce Sapporos in the bars in Tokyo
For washing down the eel and the blowfish and the roe
The pilsner brewed in Austria, it coulda’ ruled the world
While the Red Stripe from Jamaica's fun with Rastafari girls.

3) When you’re keeping score under
the bowling alley light
When you’re at a hockey game waiting for a fight
When you’re playing poker and your
paycheck’s almost gone
Uncle Sam brews something that’ll keep you going strong.
(cho)

4) Some rich kid on the highway with his
vintage cowboy look
Searching for the common man he learned about in books
He read his William Faulkner,
he read The Grapes of Wrath
On the road for 40 days and never took a bath

5) But when he rolled into the Rusty Nail
and grabbed himself a booth
Ordered something cheap and cold,
it hit him with the truth
His books flew out the window,
he doused ‘em with that brew
And quit pretending he was something
more than me or you.

• Americana
• Rock
• honky-tonk
• rockabilly
• roots
• vintage soul
• New Haven