Six Merry Men

We're six merry men at the old whiskey shed

Swinging wild on our feet, blind and high as a fife

'Round, 'round the barrel 'til its belly is bled

And every man's pissing fire and howling for life

One for the glut, one for the Lord

One for the elk on the balcony board

Hold the man flat, wall up the door

Every man takes a turn

We're six merry men at the old whiskey shed

Swinging wild on our feet, blind and high as a fife

'Round, 'round the barrel 'til its belly is bled

And every man's pissing fire and howling for life

Stuck to the floorboards with teeth in his hair

And a cleft arm splashing in the pool by his hip

As crazy boy Levi, as mad as a mare

Wipes his good blade twice upon the sweat on his lip

Stomping our prayer, Indian-eyed

Half way to Concord and fit to be tied

Knives in the roof, guts in the rye

Every man takes a turn

We're six merry men at the old whiskey shed

Swinging wild on our feet, blind and high as a fife

'Round, 'round the barrel 'til its belly is bled

And every man's pissing fire and howling for life

Hissing and screams spilling out of his side

Where his hands turn to plug at the holes in his vest

Tall Dan's gone mute, boys, as shy as a bride

Drink up, man, and wet your thirsty boots in his chest

Twitching in tongues, breaking on chairs

One fouls the rug, one crawls the stairs

Hung by the bar, Madison cheers

Every man takes a turn

We're six merry men at the old whiskey shed

Swinging wild on our feet, blind and high as a fife

'Round, 'round the barrel 'til its belly is bled

And every man's pissing fire and howling for life

One of us pants, one of us weeps

Line up the shots and four days 'til sleep

Soaking in blood, pale as a sheet

It's good to be alive