Buzzy Carlyle - Drinkin' My Lunch, Dinner Too

Buzzy Carlyle had a minor setback in his health for a while that caused his doctors to restrict the number of visitors he was receiving. He had been tutoring young blues men and women who were flocking to him once they knew about him. He'd dropped out of most people's memories as he continued in his downward spiral that would have surely not ended well. As it was he suffered a major heart attack and had to undergo emergency surgery. Thanks to his cardic surgeon who is a blues fan, he's gotten assistance and been placed in a care facility. Setbacks are to be expected due to his age and the way he's abused himself with drugs, but he follows doctor's orders and wants to stay around as long as he can. He's back to his old self again, receiving a limited number of vistors so he has time to rest.His latest recording relates a story from his days on the road. Buzzy tells more about it:

This song is from a time when I was on the road playin' any ol' dive or juke joint that would pay me, usually in a bottle or two of wine or hard liquor. No doubt I'm an alcoholic, and this was when I did most of my drinkin', before I started doin' other drugs. Hell, I remember goin' a long time between eatin', like the song says, I drank most my meals. Never forgot sittin' on that bench in the park drinkin' and that old dog comin' up to me, and how he looked at me while I pet him once i fed him. That look told me a lot about  myself I didn't like and couldn't handle. I had just left my wife and some kids, feelin' real sorry for myself. And I drank even more. It's a wonder I'm still around, all the dumb ass stuff I done! Only thing I had to my name was the clothes on my back and an old resonator guitar I bought at a hock shop, and I even lost that somewhere along the line!

Buzzy plays a resonator guitar that was gifted to him by the cardiac surgery team that performed emergency surgery on him, just one of the many honors he's received from fans and friends during his recovery. He's in fine voice, and his fingers still can play that guitar! 

Drinkin’ my lunch, dinner too
Drinkin’ my breakfast as well
Ain’t gonna eat nothin’ no how
Gonna jest drink, what the hell!
 
When I was on the road years past
I sat on a bench with my jug
Big ol’ dog just a big lug
Came up and sat, was steadfast
 
They say a dog is man’s best friend
Ain’t never owned me no dog
All I had were a couple hogs
Raised for pork chops, weren’t no friend
 
Drinkin’ my lunch, dinner too
Drinkin’ my breakfast as well
Ain’t gonna eat nothin no how
Gonna jest drink, what the hell!
 
 Ol’ dog put his chin on my knee
He sure looked hungry and sad
Dug in my coat pocket to see
What kind of food that I had
 
 Found half an old sandwich
Small bag of tater chips too
He ate the sandwich clear through
And the chips without a hitch
 
Drinkin’ my lunch, dinner too
Drinkin’ my breakfast as well
Ain’t gonna eat it anyway
Gonna give to him, what the hell!
 
He clum up on the bench real slow
He laid right next to my leg
He were happy, sure didn’t beg
Looked up at me and seemed to know
 
I was jest good for a handout
Wasn’t no future with me
He could read me like a book
Didn’t have to sort it out
 
Drinkin’ my lunch, dinner too
Drinkin’ my breakfast as well
Ain’t gonna eat it anyway
Done gave it to him, what the hell!
 
That ol’ dog stayed a while longer
I pet him as I took a drink
Then he left fast as he had came
Leavin’ me all alone to drink
 
That ol’ dog was right!