Six Merry Men Songtext

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 lips 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
Boy's, 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 it's 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