Had more daniels than I have got fingers last night
With my friends in the bar
And when I awoke was a pain in my head

And a stranger's hand caught in my hair
But it's never one like Daniel webster
Well, I heard he could call forth the harps

That the angels played there under the ground
For the farmers as they grew their crops

I'm a farmer myself with my harvests of hearts
And the hardest of parts is the culling
But I've armour enough 'gainst the elements, tough

Though my scythe blade is constantly dulling
No, it's never one like Daniel webster
'Cause I heard he'd the power to call

Up angels that lived in the soil that he tilled
And they'd play their harps until fall

In the spring we were given a garden
And we sowed in it seeds that were strange
So we grew this strange fruit, but it rotted too soon

And I'd spend all my money on change
Now I can't afford my Daniel webster
But the devil will buy for me cheap
And if I ever need, there's the bottle
And the drops I'm permitted to weep