I Get Mine
Ninety-nine bottles of beer
But ain't none of 'em on the wall
Been nothin' but a prideful man
But I didn't come before the fall
They call me on the telephone
I lie and say I'm fine
Ever since you got yours, babe
But I'm still waitin' on mine
Shackles on an iron door
And spackle's on the wall
Winter comes to stay all year
And lasts me through the fall
Lightening strikes, the doorbell rings
And days and days go by
Darlin' I know you got yours
But I still ain't got mine
And in the belly of the whale
A man is awful small
Look for a little light in here
Before the nighttime comes to call
And in the end, ain't much to say
Between the end and sips of wine
Except that you got yours, babe
And plainly I got mine.
- Wolfman Dave
