He Drinks And Lies Fallen By The Roadside Sometimes

He drinks and lies fallen By the roadside sometimes, But never accepts it That he was at fault, It was but his mistake, But pride must have a fall As for taking no words. When he takes, he just goes on taking Calling himself the don of wine-taking, But he falls, falls Nobody can be seen by his guide A drunkard he, A rambler, a loafer he has turned his house Into a wine museum, A liquor home And a he a liquor master. But can one be a master of liquor, How foolish is it to think of oneself A liquor master, A wine man built for wines, Take you wine and be happy, Sell you your house for wine, Why to keep a wife, Take you wine!