Don't bother making a run
The lines are already cut
Beer is cold, the whiskey's warm
The sun is coming up
We are men, men on mountains
Sealed the deal with Mary Lou
Her mouth she couldn't shut
The b**h is in a better place now
The lord's work is done
We are men, men on mountains
Put out the fire, there's men in the trees
Lined up on the ridgeline, they're coming for me
Sleep, river, sleep
Angel – inside her ghost