lirik lagu drink man drink – dan marcotte
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while travelin’ roads where all minstrels go
through fine towns and hamlets my spirit did flow
i carried my lute and my pack all the way
but then i grew sad by the end of the day
i thought of the world, its famine and wars
i thought of my life, and all of my ch-r-s
i thought of my taxes and bills yet to pay
that even a minstrel must deal with today
and then i did meet a short little man
with rosy red cheeks and a fine leathered hand
he sat on a stump with his pipe and tobacc’
and he said to me “lad as a matter o’ fact
drink young man drink, you’re thinkin’ too hard
take this advice from a kindly old bard