[Intro] Raise your mugs Name your gods Friends and fools Find the odds
[Verse 1] We came in broke Soaked to the bone Mud on our boots Stories half-grown Map on the table Edge burned black Laughing at every missing track
[Chorus] Mugs on the map Slam ‘em down Let it spill Here’s to the roads and the wrong turns still If we die tomorrow Let the bards all say We emptied every tavern on the way
[Verse 2] You stole a horse I stole the reins She stole the lord’s fine jeweled chains Now they all hang from that bent oak nail Rattling soft when we pour the ale
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[Bridge] To nights we lost To friends we found To quiet toasts To roaring sound If legends fade when embers fall We’ll light them up with one last call [crescendo]
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Estilo de música
folk, Rowdy fantasy tavern singalong; stomping frame drums, lutes and fiddles trading riffs, gang-shouted male vocals on the hook. Verses sit close and intimate around one mic, then explode into full-hall choruses with claps, foot-stomps, and soaring harmonies. Final chorus stretches with call-and-response ad-libs and a rousing ritardando on the last line., theme, ballad