Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jimmy Sturr and His Orchestra
Jimmy Sturr and His Orchestra
Performer
Johnny Karas
Johnny Karas
Tenor Saxophone
Gerry Stavisky
Gerry Stavisky
Clarinet
Joe Stellato
Joe Stellato
Clarinet
Eric Parks
Eric Parks
Trumpet
Kenny Harbus
Kenny Harbus
Trumpet
A.L. Noble
A.L. Noble
Trumpet
Gene Bartkiewicz
Gene Bartkiewicz
Accordion
Wally Czerniawski
Wally Czerniawski
Accordion
Bill Pernice
Bill Pernice
Piano
Jimmy Sturr
Jimmy Sturr
Vocals
Mark Bernstein
Mark Bernstein
Bass Guitar
Dennis Coyman
Dennis Coyman
Drums
Frank Urbanovitch
Frank Urbanovitch
Fiddle
Greg Galbraith
Greg Galbraith
Guitar
Duane Allen
Duane Allen
Vocals
William Lee Golden
William Lee Golden
Vocals
Joe Bonsall
Joe Bonsall
Vocals
Richard Sterban
Richard Sterban
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom Paxton
Tom Paxton
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Pick
Tom Pick
Recording Engineer
Jimmy Sturr
Jimmy Sturr
Mixing Engineer
Doyle Brown
Doyle Brown
Recording Engineer
Duane Allen
Duane Allen
Mixing Engineer
John Dickson
John Dickson
Mixing Engineer
Ken Irwin
Ken Irwin
Mixing Engineer
Toby Mountain
Toby Mountain
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Could-a been the whisky, might-a been the gin
Could-a been the three or four six packs, I don't know
But look at the mess I'm in
A head like a football, I think I'm gonna die
But tell me, me oh, me oh. my
Wasn't that a Party?
Someone took a grapefruit, wore it like a hat
I saw someone under my kitchen table talking to my old tomcat
Talkin' about hockey, the cat was talking back
Along about then everything went black
Wasn't that a party
It sure it's just my memory
Playing tricks on me
But I think I saw my buddy
Cuttin' down my neighbors tree
Bill and Joe and Tommy
Well they went a little far
They were sitting in my back yard
Blowing on the siren
From somebody's police car
And so you see Your Honor
It was all in fun
That little bitty track meet down on main street
Was just to see if the cops could run
They run me in to see you
In an alcoholic way
I sure can use those thirty days
To recover from the party
Written by: Tom Paxton
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