Lyrics:
Iron Foot Of The Manger

of the time and low country boys And their bottles without her, though she?s on their minds Hands in black mud, at the foot of the manger She?ll

of the time and low country boys And their bottles without her, though she?s on their minds Hands in black mud, at the foot of the manger She?ll always

of the time and low country boys And their bottles without her, though she?s on their minds Hands in black mud, at the foot of the manger She?ll

out Only one leg, the second trouser leg neatly pinned beneath a vacant hip " Monsieur, si vous voulez, ca sera un honneur pour nous Si vous venez avec moi a la maison pour manger