Drunken Barber's Hand

Three scruples to a dram boys
 Eight drams to an ounce
 Two cups will get you a pint now
 And the first one's on the house
 The drunkard craves just another
 Blind man blames the eye
 The poor man dreams of riches
 And a martyr prays to die
 I don't need to read the papers
 Or the tea leaves to understand
 That this world's been shaved
 By a drunken barber's hand
 I've drowned in the pull of young love
 Known the high and the hurt
 I've felt the heartbeat quicken
 At the sight of a lifted skirt
 I've thrilled to the big sound
 Felt the rumble and the roar
 Drove straight through the blackest night
 In a chase forevermore
 I don't need to read the papers
 Or the tea leaves to understand
 That this world's been shaved
 By a drunken barber's hand
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 I rode ten thousand miles
 On a carousel horse of wood
 We all end up where we started
 Get right back on if we could
 So go ahead make your confession
 To a washed up whiskey priest
 I'll be puttin' money down
 On the rough and slouching beast
 'Cause I don't need to read the papers
 Or the tea leaves to understand
 That this world's been shaved
 By a drunken barber's hand
 I don't need to read the papers
 To know the heart of man
 This world's been shaved
 By a drunken barber's hand