Daniels

Had more daniels than I have got fingers last night

With my friends in the bar

And when I awoke was a pain in my head

And a stranger's hand caught in my hair

But it's never one like Daniel webster

Well, I heard he could call forth the harps

That the angels played there under the ground

For the farmers as they grew their crops

I'm a farmer myself with my harvests of hearts

And the hardest of parts is the culling

But I've armour enough 'gainst the elements, tough

Though my scythe blade is constantly dulling

No, it's never one like Daniel webster

'Cause I heard he'd the power to call

Up angels that lived in the soil that he tilled

And they'd play their harps until fall

In the spring we were given a garden

And we sowed in it seeds that were strange

So we grew this strange fruit, but it rotted too soon

And I'd spend all my money on change

Now I can't afford my Daniel webster

But the devil will buy for me cheap

And if I ever need, there's the bottle

And the drops I'm permitted to weep