Headed down where the mountain men live Their dirty deeds and their whiskey grins Where a native son is a toothless prince He plays for keeps and he speaks his sins
I'll be back with an iron beard And shotgun shells in my bandolier With callous hands and dirty boots I've rotted out my last good tooth
Take a sip, then spit it out I got a splinter in this working man's mouth Take a sip, then spit it out It's your turn to burn in this mountain man town