SEVEN BEERS WITH THE WRONG KIND OF MAN
Bonnie Blue Eyes


Last night I strolled down to the tavern
To get me a glass of beer
And when I sat down at the table
A man came up and said "Dear,
Come over and sit at my table
And I'll buy you beer by the can"
I made my mistake - last night when I drank
Seven beers with the wrong kind of man.

This man was tall, dark and handsome
You could hang out your clothes on his line
He said he'd searched this world over
But he'd never seen beauty like mine
I fell for it hook, line and sinker
And then all the troubles began
From now on I think - I never will drink
Seven beers with the wrong kind of man.

He asked me if I had a husband
I told him my name was still Miss
Was then that he leaned 'cross the table
He squeezed me and gave me a kiss
I couldn't resist his advances
The room seemed to spin 'round and then
He said "There's my wife - better run for your life
Or you'll not see daylight again."

Now I'm in the house of correction
His wife said I'd stolen her man
It's all on account of my drinkin'
Seven beers with the wrong kind of man
That big handsome brute said I "vamped" him
That I was the worst in the land
Now girls stop and think - before you go drink
Seven beers with the wrong kind of man.