The Old Black Rum

I drank 16 doubles for the price of one Tryin to find the courage to talk to one I asked her for a dance, not a second glance My night had just begun Well I'd drink to the father or the holy ghost I'm kneeling at the alter of my nightly post So I'll raise a glass, not the first or last Come join me in this toast Because the old black rum's got a hold on me Like a dog wrapped 'round my leg And the old black rum's got a hold on me Will I live for another day(heyyyyy)will I live for another day Well the queen of George Street just went walkin' on by Walkin' on by with some guy who don't care That she stood in line since half past nine And spent three hours on her hair (Aahh) Her friend is lookin' at me with an evil grin I think a bloody racket might soon begin I must have said something to the George Street queen Her boys are joining in. So I drank all of my money and I slept out in the rain Everyday is different, but the nights they're all the same You never see the sun on the old black rum But I know I'm gonna do it again. Will I live for another day