The story goes something like this:
I walked into a beer tavern To give a girl a nice time I had forty-five dollars when I enter When I left 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
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'.