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We scrape the winter off the boots
And sever all the bitter roots
The wooden tables catch the spill
Ignoring every empty till
A beggar trades a clever jest
To entertain the wealthy guest
We burn the ledger of the day
And let the worries wash away
The pressure of the grinding mill
Is nothing that a cup can't fill
Ohh, ohh, let the rhythm shake the ground!
We pass the golden spirits all around
Ohh, ohh, let the daily burdens fall
And answer to the evening's sudden call!
We leave the quiet misery behind
And take whatever comfort we can find!
The fiddler draws a rapid pace
To put a color in the face
The baker dances with the thief
Suspending every disbelief
We step across the muddy planks
And never ask for any thanks
The morning brings the brutal truth
But here we keep eternal youth
The pressure of the grinding mill
Is nothing that a cup can't fill
Ohh, ohh, let the rhythm shake the ground!
We pass the golden spirits all around
Ohh, ohh, let the daily burdens fall
And answer to the evening's sudden call!
We leave the quiet misery behind
And take whatever comfort we can find!
The dawn will surely break the spell
And ring the unforgiving bell
But while the amber liquid flows
Ignoring how the weather blows
We steal a little piece of time
Without a reason or a rhyme
The pressure of the grinding mill
Is nothing that a cup can't fill
Ohh, ohh, let the rhythm shake the ground!
We pass the golden spirits all around
Ohh, ohh, let the daily burdens fall!
And answer to the evening's sudden call
We leave the quiet misery behind
And take whatever comfort we can find!
Ohh, ohh, let the rhythm shake the ground!
We pass the golden spirits all around
Ohh, ohh, let the daily burdens fall!