Текст: William Elliott Whitmore. Hell or High Water.

Smoke um if you got um.
Drink your glasses to the bottom.
And toast me on another year.
Another year of hope.
Another year of holding on.
For you drinkers by day who are bastards by dawn.

And I hope I will see you soon.
And I'll be home come hell or high water.
And I know I will see you soon.

Gather around friends and neighbors.
Who make your living by labor.
And share with me this little time.
This little time that we have left.
To have a drink and catch our breath.
Well it might just be what saves our lives.

And I hope I will see you soon.
And I'll be home come hell or high water.
And I know I will see you soon.

Smoke um if you got um.
Drink your glasses to the bottom.
And listen to the holling dogs.
And oh how it pleases me.
To be in such company.
And I'm so glad our paths have crossed.

And I hope I will see you soon.
And I'll be home come hell or high water.
And I know I will see you soon.
And I'll be home come hell or high water.
And I know I will see you soon.