Tap the Barrel

Eighty a week got to make the ends meet.
Dirty hands and tired backs, get no breaks, got no slack
And when that whistle blows we're ready, let's go

Tap the barrel, pour the whisky
Make your stand with drink in hand and
Fire fists into the sky
Tomorrow comes until we die
I'm right here on your stage, forget your day and tap the barrel

Punching clocks, feeding stock, breaking ground and hauling rocks
Dirty clothes on tired feet, but here we are and proud to be
And when the sun goes down, we're ready. Let's Go

Tap the barrel, pour the whisky
Make your stand with drink in hand and
Fire fists into the sky
Tomorrow comes until we die
I'm right here on your stage, forget your day and tap the barrel

From small towns care to ocean's air,
Seen the world and came back here
And here i am upon your stage, forget your day...

Tap the barrel, pour your whisky
Take your stand your drink in hand and
Fire fists into the sky
Tomorrow comes until we die
I'm right here on your stage, forget your day and tap the barrel



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Williams
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