Belle Isle Songtext

von Grand Ole Party

Turn the headlights on and off
Hold your breath, flash your brights
And sit tight
Creeping along the empty bridge mile
Make your way to the lonely Belle Isle

Cram your ears
Take pains to hear
The lap-lap of the river
Amidst what you wait to be delivered
Coming in the shape of a bottom-heavy boat
Bringing from up north, strong smelling of liquid hope

Drink it
All down
Drink it all down, drink drink drink it

We cart whiskey, rum, and beer
Shouldered the risk to bring it here
A brand new way to seek your fortune
Up from the gutters of any old port town

We'll even toss you a generous offer
Help you to set up and make your own brew
In your spare time, generate a little juice
To ease the day's worries
And soothe the day's hurries

Drink it
All down
Drink it all down, drink drink drink it

A dry city is like a dead city
With its tongue so rough
And the truth so nitty-gritty
How can the young things keep at bay
The dark shadows if they can't drink them away

Drink it
All down
Drink it all down, drink drink drink it

Drink
Drink
Drink