Drunken Barber's Hand

Three scruples to a dram boys
Eight drams to an ounce
Two cups will get you a pint now
And the first one's on the house

The drunkard craves just another
Blind man blames the eye
The poor man dreams of riches
And a martyr prays to die

I don't need to read the papers
Or the tea leaves to understand
That this world's been shaved
By a drunken barber's hand

I've drowned in the pull of young love
Known the high and the hurt
I've felt the heartbeat quicken
At the sight of a lifted skirt

I've thrilled to the big sound
Felt the rumble and the roar
Drove straight through the blackest night
In a chase forevermore

I don't need to read the papers
Or the tea leaves to understand
That this world's been shaved
By a drunken barber's hand

I rode ten thousand miles
On a carousel horse of wood
We all end up where we started
Get right back on if we could

So go ahead make your confession
To a washed up whiskey priest
I'll be puttin' money down
On the rough and slouching beast

'Cause I don't need to read the papers
Or the tea leaves to understand
That this world's been shaved
By a drunken barber's hand

I don't need to read the papers
To know the heart of man
This world's been shaved
By a drunken barber's hand