Scots Irish

From the hills of Virginia
To the sands of Omaha
Did the Webb brothers travel
For to fight for us all

Scots Irish, Scots Irish
Makers of merry and mirth
If the whiskey don’t kill you
You’ll inherit the earth

From the coal mines of Harlan
To the slopes of Dak To
When the napalm was falling
Did the Webb brothers go

Scots Irish, Scots Irish
Wild-eyed and handsome as hell
If the women don’t kill
Long may your heart serve you well

They come down from the mountain
To drink from the fountain
Stubborn as a mule, nobodys fool
Hell-bent on Sunday, back up on Monday
When lines are crossed and tempers flare
Those Appalachian boys are there

From the Clinch River valley
To the sands of Iraq
Well the Webb brothers rally
With the wind at their back

Scots Irish, Scots Irish
Singers of sad country songs
If the whiskey don’t kill you
May your forefathers live in your bones
Scots Irish, Scots Irish
Long may your heart keep you strong