Six Merry Men
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โฑ๏ธ 3:10 duration
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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
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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:07.53] We're six merry men at the old whiskey shed
[00:11.28] Swinging wild on our feet, blind and high as a fife
[00:15.66] 'Round, 'round the barrel 'til its belly is bled
[00:18.93] And every man's pissing fire and howling for life
[00:23.47] One for the glut, one for the Lord
[00:26.08] One for the elk on the balcony board
[00:29.15] Hold the man flat, wall up the door
[00:32.17] Every man takes a turn
[00:36.57] We're six merry men at the old whiskey shed
[00:40.06] Swinging wild on our feet, blind and high as a fife
[00:44.57] 'Round, 'round the barrel 'til its belly is bled
[00:47.82] And every man's pissing fire and howling for life
[00:52.40] Stuck to the floorboards with teeth in his hair
[00:55.54] And a cleft arm splashing in the pool by his hip
[00:59.46] As crazy boy Levi, as mad as a mare
[01:03.25] Wipes his good blade twice upon the sweat on his lip
[01:07.28] Stomping our prayer, Indian-eyed
[01:10.33] Half way to Concord and fit to be tied
[01:13.22] Knives in the roof, guts in the rye
[01:16.14] Every man takes a turn
[01:20.61] We're six merry men at the old whiskey shed
[01:24.38] Swinging wild on our feet, blind and high as a fife
[01:28.67] 'Round, 'round the barrel 'til its belly is bled
[01:32.02] And every man's pissing fire and howling for life
[01:36.43] Hissing and screams spilling out of his side
[01:39.53] Where his hands turn to plug at the holes in his vest
[01:43.92] Tall Dan's gone mute, boys, as shy as a bride
[01:47.50] Drink up, man, and wet your thirsty boots in his chest
[01:51.41] Twitching in tongues, breaking on chairs
[01:54.53] One fouls the rug, one crawls the stairs
[01:57.48] Hung by the bar, Madison cheers
[02:00.26] Every man takes a turn
[02:06.42] We're six merry men at the old whiskey shed
[02:09.72] Swinging wild on our feet, blind and high as a fife
[02:14.28] 'Round, 'round the barrel 'til its belly is bled
[02:17.50] And every man's pissing fire and howling for life
[02:21.91] One of us pants, one of us weeps
[02:24.64] Line up the shots and four days 'til sleep
[02:27.96] Soaking in blood, pale as a sheet
[02:31.56] It's good to be alive
[02:34.99]
[00:11.28] Swinging wild on our feet, blind and high as a fife
[00:15.66] 'Round, 'round the barrel 'til its belly is bled
[00:18.93] And every man's pissing fire and howling for life
[00:23.47] One for the glut, one for the Lord
[00:26.08] One for the elk on the balcony board
[00:29.15] Hold the man flat, wall up the door
[00:32.17] Every man takes a turn
[00:36.57] We're six merry men at the old whiskey shed
[00:40.06] Swinging wild on our feet, blind and high as a fife
[00:44.57] 'Round, 'round the barrel 'til its belly is bled
[00:47.82] And every man's pissing fire and howling for life
[00:52.40] Stuck to the floorboards with teeth in his hair
[00:55.54] And a cleft arm splashing in the pool by his hip
[00:59.46] As crazy boy Levi, as mad as a mare
[01:03.25] Wipes his good blade twice upon the sweat on his lip
[01:07.28] Stomping our prayer, Indian-eyed
[01:10.33] Half way to Concord and fit to be tied
[01:13.22] Knives in the roof, guts in the rye
[01:16.14] Every man takes a turn
[01:20.61] We're six merry men at the old whiskey shed
[01:24.38] Swinging wild on our feet, blind and high as a fife
[01:28.67] 'Round, 'round the barrel 'til its belly is bled
[01:32.02] And every man's pissing fire and howling for life
[01:36.43] Hissing and screams spilling out of his side
[01:39.53] Where his hands turn to plug at the holes in his vest
[01:43.92] Tall Dan's gone mute, boys, as shy as a bride
[01:47.50] Drink up, man, and wet your thirsty boots in his chest
[01:51.41] Twitching in tongues, breaking on chairs
[01:54.53] One fouls the rug, one crawls the stairs
[01:57.48] Hung by the bar, Madison cheers
[02:00.26] Every man takes a turn
[02:06.42] We're six merry men at the old whiskey shed
[02:09.72] Swinging wild on our feet, blind and high as a fife
[02:14.28] 'Round, 'round the barrel 'til its belly is bled
[02:17.50] And every man's pissing fire and howling for life
[02:21.91] One of us pants, one of us weeps
[02:24.64] Line up the shots and four days 'til sleep
[02:27.96] Soaking in blood, pale as a sheet
[02:31.56] It's good to be alive
[02:34.99]