Žodžiai dainai: Mark Lanegan. Shanty Man's Life.

A shanty man's life is a wearisome one
Though some say it's free from care
It's the swinging of an axe from morning 'til night
In the forest wild and drear

Transported as we are from a lady so fair
To the banks of some lonely stream
Where the wolf, bear and owl
Give a terrifying howl and disturb our nightly dreams

Oh, sleeping at night in our bunks without cheer
While the cold winter winds do blow
But as soon as the morning star does appear
To the wild woods we must go

Had we ale, wine or beer our spirits far to cheer
When we're in those woods so wild
Where a glass of whiskey shone, while we're in the woods alone
For to pass away our long exile

A shanty man's life is a wearisome one
Though some say it's free from care
It's the swinging of an axe from morning 'til night
In the forest wild and drear