Firewater

Stand tall and spend it all
I can spend the winter in high boots and overalls
I’m down in Oxford Town
There’s a hole in my pocket and I’m spinning like a cannon ball

If that river were whiskey
Baby, I’d be a diving duck
All my friends would come by
We’d sit down here and drink firewater

Scythe high at harvest time
Bleed, sweat, and leave it out on the line
And all my family ties will
Join in as the day slips into night

Find the levee and burn it down