Biography:
Mary Gauthier (born in Baton Rouge, Louisiana in 1962) is an American country and folk singer/songwriter. Given up at birth by a mother she never knew, Mary was adopted. At age 15, she ran away from home and stole her parents' car, and spent the next several years in detox, halfway houses, and living with friends; she spent her 18th birthday in jail. These experiences provided fodder for her songwriting later on (particularly her song "Drag Queens in Limousines").
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I drink
Mary Gauthier
C up to F up to G back to C F down to Dm G C very slow
He'd get home at Five Thirty, fix his drink,
sits down in his chair,
Pick a fight with Mother, complain about us kids
getting in his hair,
At night he'd sit alone and smoke, I'd see his frown behind
his lighters flame,
Now that same frown is in my mirror,
I got my daddies blood inside my veins
Fish swim, Birds fly, daddies yell, mothers cry,
Old men, sit and think, I drink.
Guitar melody
Chicken TV dinner, six minutes, on defrost,
three on high,
Beer to wash it down with, then another little
whisky on the side,
It's not so bad alone here, it don't bother me,
every night's the same,
I don't need another lover, hanging round,
trying to make me change,
Fish swim, Birds fly, lovers leave, by and by
Old men, sit and think, I drink.
I know, what I am, but I don't, give a damn.
Fish swim, Birds fly, daddies yell, mothers cry,
Old men, sit and think, I drink.
Mary Gauthier
C up to F up to G back to C F down to Dm G C very slow
He'd get home at Five Thirty, fix his drink,
sits down in his chair,
Pick a fight with Mother, complain about us kids
getting in his hair,
At night he'd sit alone and smoke, I'd see his frown behind
his lighters flame,
Now that same frown is in my mirror,
I got my daddies blood inside my veins
Fish swim, Birds fly, daddies yell, mothers cry,
Old men, sit and think, I drink.
Guitar melody
Chicken TV dinner, six minutes, on defrost,
three on high,
Beer to wash it down with, then another little
whisky on the side,
It's not so bad alone here, it don't bother me,
every night's the same,
I don't need another lover, hanging round,
trying to make me change,
Fish swim, Birds fly, lovers leave, by and by
Old men, sit and think, I drink.
I know, what I am, but I don't, give a damn.
Fish swim, Birds fly, daddies yell, mothers cry,
Old men, sit and think, I drink.
