Whiskey,mystics And Men

Well I'll tell you a story of whiskey and mystics and men

And about the believers, and how the whole thing began

First there were women and children obeying the moon

Then daylight brought wisdom and fever and sickness too soon

You can try to remind me instead of the other you can

You can help to insure that we all insecure our command

If you don't give a listen I won't try to tell your new hand

This is it can't you see that we all have our end in the band

And if all of the teachers and preachers of wealth were arraigned

We could see quite a future for me in the literal sands

And if all of the people could claim to inspect such regret

Well we'd have no forgiveness forgetfulness faithful remorse

So I tell you I tell you I tell you we must send away

We must try to find a new answer instead of a way