"St. Roch Tav'" original song by Matt Rivers; contest submission for @GemsOnVHS for the "Gems in the Rough" contest. 3/16/22.
"St. Roch Tav'"
I'm goin' out tonight to St. Roch Tav'
We'll go home smiling; wake up feeling bad
I'll ride you home babe, but I ain't got no car
We'll take N. Rampart on my han...dle...bars
-Cause we're wild & reckless; careless & free
Ain't after your gal, pal, but she might be after me
I'll tell you somethin' that you might not've known
The women just can't leave them Drunken Catfish boys alone
But you're my buddy so I'll try to behave
But if she asks me I'm gonna cave
She'll do the same to me next week
& then I'll buy you a drink
Down at the St. Roch Tav', buddy
Down at the St Roch Tav'
I hung a Richie on to St. Claude Street
Late to Pizza Dumpster; there was nothing to eat
I bought got Chee Wees and a tall boy at Mike's
I heard somebody holler, hey man, that's... my... bike
- & maybe it was, man, I really don't know
I bought it down on Urquhart about a week ago
But so it goes; whether it's wrong or it's right
I don't stop for no one in the middle of the night
I know the feeling 'cause it happened to mine
It's only just a matter of time
When you stumble out the door
& ain't got wheels no more
You're walkin' home from St. Roch Tav', buddy,
You're walkin' home from St. Roch Tav'
I tripped across the neutral ground & fell on my face
I went & got a two piece at "oh you know the place"
I saw my buddies; stopped to talk for a while
& ended up at sunrise on the old... rock... pile
- It's a bottle of whisky; a bottle of gin
Dancin' in the moonlight 'til the stars start to spin
Bustin' bottles with a banjo; throwin' rocks at the train
A lot of baking soda; just a little cocaine
I've got a dollar but I wish I was richer
If you've got a five spot we'll go in on a pitcher
'Cause it's just an hour more
Before they open the door
We're walkin' back to St. Roch Tav', to see Miss Martha,
We're walkin' back to St. Roch Tav'
