License

Some buy a license for fishing
Some get a license to hunt
Some buy a license to marry
Bout all, I'm going to be blunt
Some dress up for hunting and fishing
Some spruce in their wedding gowns
So many are ready for wishing
And licensed just to be clowns

They catch all their fish in the Tavern
Their stump a seat at the bar
They talk long as others will listen
Of bucks they have shot from afar
His name they are always profaning
To show what big men they are
They brag of women they're chasing
They're manhood seeming ajar.


You can't tell what manner of man you are with just a looking glass.