Tom Paxton - The Fatal Glass lyrics
[Tom Paxton - The Fatal Glass lyrics]
Now there once was a young man
And he came to the big city
Seeking a lucrative position commensurate
With his talents
And he walked the streets all day
And he couldn't find a job
Till at last he secured
Employment working in a
Stone quarry with all the
Other college graduates
And one evening after work
They lured him into a saloon
And they urged him to drink a glass of beer
But he said he wouldn't do it for
He'd made a promise to his mother
That he'd never touch a glass
Containing an alcoholic beverage
Well, they laughed and they jeered
They called him a coward
Till at last he raised and
Drained the fatal glass
And when he'd seen what he had done
He dashed the glass against the bar
And rushed from the saloon with a
Terrible case of delirium tremens
And the first one that he saw
Was a Salvation Army lady
And with one kick he broke her tambourine
While all she said was "Heaven bless you"
And placed a mark upon his brow
With a kick she had learned
Before she was saved
So the moral of this story is
To shun the fatal glass
And don't go around kicking
Other people's tambourines
And he came to the big city
Seeking a lucrative position commensurate
With his talents
And he walked the streets all day
And he couldn't find a job
Till at last he secured
Employment working in a
Stone quarry with all the
Other college graduates
And one evening after work
They lured him into a saloon
And they urged him to drink a glass of beer
But he said he wouldn't do it for
He'd made a promise to his mother
That he'd never touch a glass
Containing an alcoholic beverage
Well, they laughed and they jeered
They called him a coward
Till at last he raised and
Drained the fatal glass
And when he'd seen what he had done
He dashed the glass against the bar
And rushed from the saloon with a
Terrible case of delirium tremens
And the first one that he saw
Was a Salvation Army lady
And with one kick he broke her tambourine
While all she said was "Heaven bless you"
And placed a mark upon his brow
With a kick she had learned
Before she was saved
So the moral of this story is
To shun the fatal glass
And don't go around kicking
Other people's tambourines