I've been playing this song since I was a teenager, but I don't think I've ever sat down to record it.
A reasonably minimalist picking pattern that’s slightly hypnotic, I think this is closest to an unreleased recording by Bob Dylan from the early sixties. I’m playing in standard tuning.
The song shares the fatalistic ideology of one whose life is ruled by liquor. Although there are jolly versions of this song, Dylan’s arrangement is tonally more complex, conjuring up an almost ancient time in which the troubadours and song-smiths rolled in with the dust and were gone with the wind.
This is of an age in which voices were forgotten. Where Gods and outlaws rolled bones with outlaws and legends. And where life was to be savoured, and drunk deep, before the liquor could run dry.
Hope you enjoy!
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