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