Beer Drinking Woman

The story's true ladies and gentlemen.
 All the names have been changed to
 protect the innocent.
 The city, oakland california. The place, eli's mile high club
 the year 1988
 The story goes something like this:
 I walked into a beer tavern
 To give a girl a nice time
 when i walked in i had 50 dollars in my pocket
 When I walked out I had one dime
 Wasn't she a beer drinkin' woman?
 Don't ya know, man don't ya know?
 She was a beer-drinkin' woman
 And I don't want to see her no more
 Now, when I spend down to my last dime
 She said, 'Darlin' I know you're not through'
 I said, 'Yes, baby doll
 And the trophy belongs to you'
 Wasn't she a beer drinkin' woman?
 Don't you know, man don't you know?
 She was a beer-drinkin' woman
 And I don't wanna see her no more
 slow down bartender i aint got no credit card
 Now she'd often say, 'Excuse me a minute
 I've got to step around here'
 And ev'ry time she came back
 She had room for another quart of beer
 Wasn't that a beer drinkin' woman?
 Don't ya know, man, don't ya know?
 She was a beer drinkin' woman
 And I don't want to see her no mo'.
 had to move over a light beer, said it was less filling