When I opened my door you said you'd read about a man like me before.
Old man on the mountain with a beard down to his knees, brewin' a pot of tea.
Invite you inside to warm your hide and get cozy by my fire,
Sit a while, share a smile, kick back if you're tired.

Well, yes it's true, I haven't been to town in thirty or forty years,
Almost went once, even saddled my mule 'cause I wanted a couple beers.
But I stopped outside and I almost cried 'cause I didn't have a penny to spend,
And dammit if I ain't still thirsty, could you spare some change my friend?

Well I'm only human, and I'm guessin' you're human too,
And if I had some barley and hops, you know just what I'd do,
But brewery would cost money, and I don't have a penny to spend,
But dammit if I ain't still thirsty, could you spare some change my friend?

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