There are those who follow leaders
There are those in high command
There are those who look up to the stars
And beg to understand
There are those who kneel, those who pray
There are those of high degree
There are those who find enlightenment
Where it was and will always be
So let me go where the glasses flow
With whiskey after whiskey by the score
By the score
So let me go where the glasses flow
With whiskey after whiskey
Evermore
Now I am young and in my prime
And well upon my way
To where the bonds of servitude
And longing now will break and fall away
Oh I am going to that warm shebeen
Where the ones I love will be
And there’s always someone who will send
A bottle full to me