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We're six merry menAt the old whiskey shedSwinging wild on our feet Blind and high as a fife'Round, 'round the barrel'Til its belly is bledAnd every man's pissing fireAnd howling for lifeOne for the glut,One for the Lord,One for the elk on the balcony boardHold the man flatWall up the doorEvery man takes a turnWe're six merry menAt the old whiskey shedSwinging wild on our feetBlind and high as a fife'Round, 'round the barrel'Til its belly is bledAnd every man's pissing fireAnd howling for lifeStuck to the floorboardsLetras de cancionesWith teeth in his hairAnd a cleft arm splashing in the pool by his hipAs Crazy Boy Levi, as mad as a mareWipes his good blade twice upon the sweat on his lipsStomping our prayerIndian eyedHalf way to Concord and fit to be tied Knives in the roofGuts in the ryeEvery man takes a turnWe're six merry menAt the old whiskey shedSwinging wild on our feetBlind and high as a fife'Round, 'round the barrel'Til its belly is bledAnd every man's pissing fireAnd howling for lifeHissing and screams spilling out of his sideWhere his hands turn to plug at the holes in his vestTall Dan's gone muteBoy's, as shy as a brideDrink up, manAnd wet your thirsty boots in his chestTwitching in tongues,Breaking on chairsOne fouls the rugOne crawls the stairsHung by the bar,Madison cheers Every man takes a turnWe're six merry menAt the old whiskey shedSwinging wild on our feetBlind and high as a fife'Round, 'round the barrel'Til it's belly is bledAnd every man's pissing fireAnd howling for lifeOne of us pants,One of us weepsLine up the shots,And four days 'til sleepSoaking in blood,Pale as a sheetIt's good to be alive From Letras Mania