Ol' McNeal

Ol' MacNeal

Bimini Road, Madison Gazebo Concert Series, July, 2002.

[chorus]
Ol' McNeal, steaming and a-rolling
Ol' McNeal, with his bottle in his hand
Ol' McNeal, thinking that he's something
Takes his trip to the promised land

Friday night rolls along,
Mike McNeal sings his song
Takes that whiskey from the shelf,
Drinks it down, boys, all hisself
Later on, that same night
He'll be going strong, strong allright
Morning comes, find a bed,
Later on, it's "my poor head"

Takes it slow 'till he knows his pace
Then hell breaks out all over the place
One good shot is all you need
Take your cut, boys, see it bleed
A crazy man they all say
Getting crazier each and every day
Look out on the ragged mountain edge
It's Mike McNeal on the mountain ledge

Last whistle, final call
It's one more round and boys that's all
Take your pleasure, take your grief
See if you can find relief
But when that final call goes 'round
Mike NacNeil'll be sneaking round
Do what you want, do what you feel
But don't you close this place on Mike McNeal

If a man must go, he oughta go in style
You stop living if you rest awhile
Look out, baby, what do you see
When a man is lost in eternity?
But when that final call goes 'round
Mike NacNeil'll be sneaking round
Do what you want, do what you feel
But don't you close this place on Mike McNeal