Sloppy Drunk Blues (1930) - Leroy Carr

I’d rather be sloppy drunk

Than anything I know

And another half a pint

Mama will see me go

I love my moonshine whiskey

Better than a filly loves her mare

You can take your pretty bucks

Give me my cool kind can

I’d rather be sloppy drunk

Sitting in the can

Than to be out in the streets

Running from the man

Mmm

Bring me another two-bit pint

Because I got my habits on

And I’m going to wreck this joint

My gal trying quit me

For somebody else

Now I’m sloppy drunk, mama

Sleeping all by myself