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