Текст песни Here's to the Horses - The Irish Rovers

Here′s to the horses that pull the
Budweiser
Here's to the ribbon, ′round the blue ribbon can
Here's to the ladies that pour golden rivers
That fill up the glass, of the beer drinkin' man!
Down by the river at
O′Grady′s
Tavern, that's where we gather, most every night
Laughing and joking, talking and toasting,
Tall story telling, till almost daylight
We′ll drink a toast with each round that you buy
Your wife or your girlfriend, we'll toast anything!
Winners or losers, you′ll be the choosers,
And long about morning you might hear us sing, sing, sing:
Here's to the horses that pull the
Budweiser
Here′s to the ribbon, 'round the blue ribbon can
Here's to the ladies that pour golden rivers
That fill up the glass, of the beer drinkin′ man!
Here′s to the old flames that we've left behind,
We wish them the best, they can do without us!
Here′s to the wife, of old
Billy
Johnson, the day that she left him we toasted the bus, sing sing:
Here's to the horses that pull the
Budweiser
Here′s to the ribbon, 'round the blue ribbon can
Here′s to the ladies that pour golden rivers
That fill up the glass, of the beer drinkin' man!
Here's to the jukebox that stands in the corner,
Here′s to the records that go round and round!
Here′s to the barstools, the bottles and glasses
Here's to
Milwaukee, she won′t let us down!
Here's to the horses that pull the
Budweiser
Here′s to the ribbon, 'round the blue ribbon can
Here′s to the ladies that pour golden rivers
That fill up the glass, of the beer drinkin' man!
Here's to the horses that pull the
Budweiser
Here′s to the ribbon, ′round the blue ribbon can
Here's to the ladies that pour golden rivers
That fill up the glass, of the beer drinkin′ man!