Tap the Barrel Lyrics

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