He's a sitting man People fear his words Like they used to fear his hand
Don't get on his bad side That bull-nosed whiskey drinking man Got a tongue just like a knife
His head was full of dreams But he don't forget his hometown As easy as it seems
You can call us mislead youth He'd be the voice of reason The resounding voice of truth
But don't get on his bad side That bull-nosed whiskey drinking man Got a tongue just like a knife
Once again he'd stand Skim across the water Just a tiny bag of sand He'd take a trip on back down With a white cloud below us He'd head on back to redgate road
Don't get on his bad side That bull-nosed whiskey drinking man Got a tongue just like a knife
