There are those who follow leaders

There are those in high command

There are those who look up to the stars

And beg to understand



There are those who kneel, those who pray

There are those of high degree

There are those who find enlightenment

Where it was and will always be



So let me go where the glasses flow

With whiskey after whiskey by the score

By the score

So let me go where the glasses flow

With whiskey after whiskey

Evermore

Now I am young and in my prime

And well upon my way

To where the bonds of servitude 

and longing now will break and fall away



Oh I am going to that warm shebeen

Where the ones I love will be

And there's always someone who will send

A bottle full to me