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 drinking woman?
Don't ya know, man don't ya know?
She was a beer-drinking woman
And I don't want to see her no more

Now, when I spend down to my last dime
She said, 'Darling I know you're not through'
I said, 'Yes, baby doll
And the trophy belongs to you'

Wasn't she a beer drinking woman?
Don't you know, man don't you know?
She was a beer-drinking woman
And I don't wanna see her no more

Slow down bartender I ain't 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 drinking woman?
Don't ya know, man, don't ya know?
She was a beer drinking woman
And I don't want to see her no mo'

Had to move over a light beer, said it was less filling