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Drank Like A River |
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| Authors: | Ryan Adams / Caitlin Cary / Phil Wandscher |
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Official Appearance: |
Faithless Street -- Whiskeytown |
| Faithless Street (Reissue) -- Whiskeytown | |
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Unofficial Appearance: |
Drunken Confessions -- Whiskeytown |
| Notes: | Ryan Adams interview: "That’s the first "Satisfaction"-type number we wrote. It started out more like The Flying Burrito Brothers but then just turned into this monster. People really like that song. It’s kind of about Jacksonville [N.C., Adams’ hometown]." |
| Played Live: | 01/15/95 | 01/26/96 | 03/14/97 | 02/11/98 | 12/31/99 | 09/17/00 |
| 01/28/95 | 03/16/96 | 03/15/97 | 02/12/98 | |||
| 05/25/95 | 03/29/96 | 03/24/97 | 02/24/98 | |||
| 07/15/95 | 05/09/96 | 03/26/97 | 02/25/98 | |||
| 11/18/95 | 05/24/96 | 03/28/97 | 02/27/98 | |||
| 08/18/96 | 03/30/97 | 03/07/98 | ||||
| 04/03/97 | 03/20/98 | |||||
| 04/05/97 | 03/21/98 | |||||
| 08/02/97 | 03/22/98 | |||||
| 08/06/97 | 03/24/98 | |||||
| 08/13/97 | 03/28/98 | |||||
| 08/14/97 | 04/09/98 | |||||
| 08/22/97 | 04/11/98 | |||||
| 08/29/97 | 04/29/98 | |||||
| 09/05/97 | 04/30/98 | |||||
| 09/06/97 | 05/05/98 | |||||
| 09/11/97 | 05/06/98 | |||||
| 09/13/97 | ||||||
| 09/16/97 | ||||||
| Lyrics: | Well, he was kneely-eyed | |||||
| When he returned to the town he'd come from | ||||||
| He's brown bagging it tonight behind some tavern | ||||||
| Somebody wrecked his life, and I'll bet you it was his darling | ||||||
| Somebody wrecked his life, and I'll bet you it was his darling | ||||||
| So he drank like a river when their wedding bells rang | ||||||
| Watched from the steeple as the choir girls sang | ||||||
| Died in a gutter on his feet and his hands | ||||||
| Same hands that had once touched her face | ||||||
| Well, he was kneely-eyed | ||||||
| When he returned to the town he'd come from | ||||||
| He's hanging out drinking beer with his brother-in-law | ||||||
| He was a drinker at night, and in the morning he was unnerving | ||||||
| He was a drinker full time, the day that he lost his darling | ||||||
| So he drank like a river when their wedding bells rang | ||||||
| Watched from the steeple as the choir girls sang | ||||||
| Died in a gutter on his feet and his hands | ||||||
| Same hands that had once touched her face | ||||||
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