Letra de A Man Named Will

One evening as a moonshiner laid in his room drinking himself to sleep A dream came upon his eyes causing him to weep It was all about a man named Will, a drinker from way back when The liquor caused him to leave his home and turn from all his friends In this dream, poor Will did live with nothing to ease the pain But the whiskey that was sold to him by the moonshiner every day The moonshiner said, "Drinking's killing you, why don't you give it up?" Will replied, "I'm already dead," as he raised his final cup And he walked out on that farewell road, he tried to make it through The coldest sky upon his eye the moonshiner ever knew Well, the devil's got a kind of face when the jug is in my hand But I'm burning my still down just the same and I'm leaving this lonesome land