Alehouse Blues
I got the alehouse blues
I had the jailhouse blues
Little Randy just died
He was a redhead punk
Packed a lot of spunk
They say he never cried
He was pal of mine
Paid my hundred dollar fine
He got drunk all night
Somebody called me a liar
At the two-bit bar
It was Randy, won that fight
And the cops pulled round
He didn't want to be found
He just said good bye
Melancolía de la taberna
Tengo la melancolía de la taberna
Tenía la melancolía de la cárcel
Pequeño Randy acaba de morir
Era un punk pelirrojo
Lleno de energía
Dicen que nunca lloró
Era amigo mío
Pagó mi multa de cien dólares
Se emborrachó toda la noche
Alguien me llamó mentiroso
En el bar barato
Era Randy, quien ganó esa pelea
Y los policías rodearon
Él no quería ser encontrado
Simplemente dijo adiós