It doen't really pay to drink too much at times
Like when an old mate I once a long ago knew
When we were out in camp he always had his stash
Planted of his real good as he thought home brew
We would do all the work we had to do each day
And then at night all I'd ever want to do is sleep
Soon as into my bed roll after eating I would go
But not him,not yet,he loved a drink did old Pete
His old dog would often run away with his whip
So old Pete he'd usually put it out of dogs sight
And one time after way too much oh his home brew
Pete he hadwoken up suddenly one coldest ever night
Seems the horses they had stird and carried on
And old Pete thought it might just be someone there
And he then felt his whip in the bed roll beside him
Grabbing it firmly and getting out waved it in the air
Then all the commotion really started as he screamed
And still under the effects of his great home brew
It was not his whip at all he waved around to crack
It was a old black snake so trying to get warm too
Well it then fell across old Pete in just total shock
And it then landed right around of old Pete's neck
And here he was trying to get it off best he could
And all the while this black snake in shock by heck
Well it eventually fell onto the ground with a thud
And crawled back into old Petes nice warm bed roll
Here was Pete bashing the living hell out of his bed
At the same time undressed shivering from the cold
The camp fire it had by now long gone out and died
And by accident old Pete broke his loved home brew
As it was ever so all nicely planted in the bed roll as well
And then old Pete screamed things I've not heard it's true
Here I was making things even so worse by my laughing
And so help me this event so long ago was so very true
Old Pete swore from then on he would give up drinking
My reply ,, YES RIGHT WHEN THE SUN TURNS BLUE.