Story Behind The Song
Emchy and Boylamayka went to a Monsters of Accordion show once after drinking way too much wine. This may or may not have happened.
Song Description
Two friends are drinking together and go to an accordion festival. When the guy tries to pick up on someone else's girl while outside smoking, he inadvertenly starts a fight, and they have to run from the cops. Then they meet a nice bartender who helps them end their night well.
| Song Length |
3:06 |
Genre |
Country - Rockabilly, Country - Rockabilly |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Mixed Vocals |
| Mood |
Aggressive, Charming |
Subject |
Alchohol, Beer, Wine, Love at First Sight |
| Similar Artists |
Johnny Cash, The Clash |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Well, we went out to the show
Boylamayka & Emchy
Full of moonshine & wine
With flasks of rhubarb whiskey
Growden started at 8
Webley went on at 9
We hit the liquor store to make sure tonight's a damn good time
Half pints of whiskey brought in on the sly
We could feel the burn of cigarettes
And damn fine rye, yeah
We made our way up to the stage
And drank our first bottle as the opening band played
Whiskey tastes better neat
Whiskey tastes better neat
Gets me riled up & on my feet
Whiskey tastes better neat
After the 2nd act
That's when I saw her
The beauty from the cafe down on grand @ Webster
She wore a short black skirt
And a striped black top
Black stockings & boots
Goddamn she looked so hot
I had a big drink
Pointed her out to Emchy
She said the red flower in her hair was really sweet, yeah
Well I couldn't tell if she was real to me
Or just an alcohol induced fantasy
Whiskey tastes better neat
Whiskey tastes better neat
Gets me riled up & on my feet
Whiskey tastes better neat
Well I asked her outside
For a drink & a smoke
She held my hand on the steps
I lit her cigarette
Things were lookin' real good
Yeah, lookin' mighty grand
Until this Dicker came and knocked the lighter outta my hand
He pulled her away
I couldn't let that fly
Yeah, Whittles held me back and passed the bottle of rye
Well, Emchy said don't, & that's okay
But I'm gonna stomp the motherfuckers head in anyway
Whiskey tastes better neat
Whiskey tastes better neat
Gets me riled up & on my feet
Whiskey tastes better neat
Police sirens were wailing things had got out of hand
We ran down a dark alley back to Broadway & grand
With thwe cops on our tail
Streetlights over our heads
We ducked into a bar
And the bartender said
"why don't ya come over
And pull up a seat
ya both look like you
Could use a stiff drink
Some single malt scotch aged 18
In a glass with no ice, ya know what I mean?"
Whiskey tastes better neat
Whiskey tastes better neat
Gets me riled up & on my feet
Whiskey tastes better neat