Best while you have it use your breath – There is no drinking after death.

Here’s to bein’ singl – drinkin’ doubles – and seein’ triple!

Here’s to living single, seeing double and sleeping triple!

To women and horses – And the men that ride them!

There are several good reasons for drinking – and one has just entered my head. If a man can’t drink when he’s living, then how the hell can he drink when he’s dead.

May the ships at sea never be bottoms up.

Four blessings upon you – Older whiskey – Younger women – Faster horses – More money.

Here’s to all of the women who have used me and abused me – And may they continue to do so!

Here’s to cheating, stealing, fighting, and drinking. If you cheat, may you cheat death. If you steal, may you steal a woman’s heart. If you fight, may you fight for a brother. And if you drink, may you drink with me.

Here’s to the breezes that blow through the treeses, That blow the skirts off of young girls’ kneeses, Which lead to the sights that sometimes pleases, But more often leads to social diseases.