Beer Drinking Woman - Original - Memphis Slim

The story’s true ladies and gentlemen

All the names have been changed to

Protect the innocent

The year 19 hundred and forty

The city, Chicago.

The place, Rubin’s Tavern

The story goes something like this:

I walked into a beer tavern

To give a girl a nice time

I had forty-five dollars when I enter

When I left I had one dime

Wasn’t she a beer drinkin' woman?

Don’t ya know, man don’t ya know?

She was a beer-drinkin' woman

And I don’t want to see her no more

Now, when I spend down to my last dime

She said, 'Darlin' I know you’re not through'

I said, 'Yes, baby doll

And the trophy belongs to you'

Wasn’t she a beer drinkin' woman?

Don’t you know, man don’t you know?

She was a beer-drinkin' woman

And I don’t wanna see her no more

Now she’d often say, 'Excuse me a minute

I’ve got to step around here'

And ev’ry time she came back

She had room for another quart of beer

Wasn’t that a beer drinkin' woman?

Don’t ya know, man, don’t ya know?

She was a beer drinkin' woman

And I don’t want to see her no mo'