Hunters' Nite Out

The band was on a beer break When old Doug got up onto the stage In a hotel down on Main street He was playing that old song On a battered old mouth harp that spit Then he started into singing off key as ever Then the rest of us wanted to split He was holding his own Though the crowd was beginning to rend They all knew they’d better be good And not get us mad cos altho he was bad That old man also our friend Then he started again On an encore of sorts So four of us each took a limb And as we took him outside The crowd cheering and clapping us on He was certain that night they loved him