[prisoner6]

#1 Tom T. Hall "I Like Beer"

Absolutely, postiviely the BEST beer song EVAR!

Thanks for the thread. Brought back some fond memories. Good times, good times.

prisoner6

[DieHard the Hunter]

> Absolutely, postiviely the BEST beer song EVAR! Nuh-uh. Not even close, mate. In true Yankee fashion this list leaves off the Alternative New Zealand National Anthem.

Even the Ozzies sing it. Cheers, mate -- have anutha cold one fer me ay!

[nonliberal]

ZZ Top: Beer Drinkers and Hell Raisers

[raccoonradio]

Got it, got his best of compilation. As I clicked on the orig. article I thought, as I scrolled, c’mon, they can’t forget I Like Beer. And there it is, at #1!

We could go on for a long time discussing classic beer jingles. Schaefer, is the, one beer to have when you’re
havin’ more that one. Here’s to good friends, the night is kind special—the beer will pour, must say somethin’ more, somehow—so tonight, tonight, let it be Lowenbrau.

Hi neighbor, have a ‘Gansett, give that frost brewed beer a chance, it... From the land of sky blue waters...If you’ve got the time, we’ve got the beer—Miller Beer... and so many more.

(Mostly) cartoon beer ads (Hamm’s, Narragansett)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4hH3dg42LTQ

Narragansett Beer jingles
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zjfpGneFi-I&feature=related

[MortMan]

Whiskey’s too rough, champagne costs too much, and vodka puts my mouth in gear...

[50sDad]

There were three men come from the West
This tale for to tell
And that of John Barleycorn as well

They plowed, they sowed, they harrowed him in,
Threw clods upon his head,
'Til these three men were satisfied
John Barleycorn was dead.

They let him lie for a very long time,
'Til the rains from heaven did fall,
When little Sir John raised up his head
And so amazed them all.

They let him stand 'til Mid-Summer's Day
When he looked both pale and wan;
Then little Sir John grew a long, long beard
And so became a man.

They hired men with their scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the knee;
They rolled him and tied him around the waist,
And served him barbarously.

They hired men with their sharp pitchforks
To pierce him to the heart,
But the loader did serve him worse than that,
For he bound him to the cart.

They wheeled him 'round and around the field
'Til they came unto a barn,
And there they took a solemn oath
On poor John Barleycorn.

They hired men with their crab-tree sticks
To split him skin from bone,
But the miller did serve him worse than that,
For he ground him between two stones.

There's little Sir John in the nut-brown bowl,
And there's brandy in the glass,
And little Sir John in the nut-brown bowl
Proved the strongest man at last.

The huntsman cannot hunt the fox
Nor loudly blow his horn
And the tinker cannot mend his pots
Without John Barleycorn.