Lyrics:

Wanna tell you a story
About the house-rent blues

I come home one Friday
Had to tell the landlady I done lost my job
She said, 'That don't confront me
Long as I get my money next Friday'
Now, next Friday come, I didn't get the rent
And out the door I went

So I goes to the landlady
I said, 'You let me slide?
I'll have the rent for ya tomorrow, the next day, I don't know'
So she let me slide it on, you know, people
I notice when I come home in the evening
She ain't got nothing nice to say to me
But for five year she was so nice
Lord, she was lovey-dovey

I come home one particular evening
The landlady said, 'You got the rent money yet?'
I said, 'No, can't find no job
Therefore, I ain't got no money to pay the rent'
She said, 'I don't believe you're tryin' to find no job'
Said, 'I seen you today, you were standin' on a corner
Leaning up against a post'
I said, 'But I'm tired
I been walkin' all day'
She said, 'That don't confront me
Long as I get my money next Friday'
Now, next Friday come, I didn't have the rent
And out the door I went

So I go down the streets
Down to my good friend's house
I said, 'Look, man, I'm outdoors, you know
Can I stay with you maybe a couple of days?'
He said, 'Ah, let me go and ask my wife'
He come out of the house
I could see it in his face, I know that was 'No'
He said, 'Ah, I don't know, man, ah, she kinda funny, you know'
I said, 'I know, everybody funny
Now you funny too'

So I go back home
I tell the landlady, 'I got a job, I'm gonna pay the rent'
She said, 'Yeah?', I said, 'Oh yeah'
And then she was so nice
Lord, she was lovey-dovey

So I go in my room, pack up my things, and I go
I slip on out the back door, and down the streets I go
She a-howlin' about the front rent
She'll be lucky to get any back rent
She ain't gonna get none of it

So I stop in the local bar, you know, people
I go to the bar, I ring my coat, I call the bartender
Said, 'Look, man, come down here'
He got down there, 'So what you want?'

One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
Well, I ain't seen my baby since I don't know when
I've been drinking bourbon whiskey, scotch, and gin
Gonna get high, man, I'm gonna get loose
Need me a triple-shot of that juice
Gonna get drunk, don't you have no fear
I want one bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

But I'm sitting now
At the bar
I'm getting drunk
I'm feelin' mellow
I'm drinkin' bourbon, I'm drinkin' scotch, I'm drinkin' beer
Looked down the bar
Here come the bartender
I said, 'Look, man, come down here'
'So what you want?'

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No, I ain't seen my baby since the night before last
Gotta get a drink, man, I'm gonna get gassed
Gonna get high, man, I ain't had enough
Need me a triple shot of that stuff
Gonna get drunk, won't you listen right here?
I want one bourbon, one shot, and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
Well, all right

Yeah
Scratch my back, baby
Yeah

Now, by this time I'm plenty high
You know, when your mouth a-getting dry, you're plenty high
Looked down the bar, I see to my bartender
I said, 'Look, man, come down here'
He got down there, 'So what you want this time?'
I said, 'Look, man, a-what time is it?'
He said, 'The clock on the wall say three o'clock
A-last call, for alcohol; so what you need?'

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
Lord, I ain't seen my baby since a-nigh on a week
Gotta get drunk, man, so I can't even speak
Gonna get high, man, listen to me
One drink ain't enough, Jack, you better make it three
Gonna get drunk, I'm gonna make it real clear
I want one bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer