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 INSTRUMENTAL 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 INSTRUMENTAL 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