Last To Arrive Songtext

They're barring the doors at the back of the hallIt's cold in the winter, some freeze in the fallThe banquet's the supper that's set for the swineIf you're not at the gathering, and you've gone down the lineYou're the last to arrive, you're the first one to leaveYou don't give us the time, you don't drop us a lineWell a dime in the phone is the best way I knowYou're the last to arrive, my friend you're the first one to goThe truck picks you up on your front porch at nightAnd you're back before sundown if you don't get blindWe're not chaining you down to your castle tonightWe're just trying to make you see some sort of lightThey'll all drink your health out of pewter and woodGet drunk in the hayloft playing dirty and goodThere's ten pounds of oxen were skewered on spitThere'll not be an ounce if you don't make it quick