Lou Kelly - Mark's Mustache Lyrics

There was a young boy named Mark with a mustache older than time
A heavy set of whiskers, the color of whiskey and wine
It had a mouth of its own and its voice, a grumbly baritone
It said Mark, I was your daddy before your momma even knew me
Now take that jug of moonshine and let it flow right through me
'Cuz I swear on the toes on your feet, I make the bitter taste sweet

A legend among men

Mark's mustache
Has the strength of 12 men
Mark's mustache
Make sinners say amen
Mark's mustache - the toughest whiskers around
Mark's mustache
Saved a baby's life
Mark's mustache
Stole your wife
Mark's mustache - the baddest mustache in town

Mark went to the saloon and walked through the door
A man hollered we don't want yer fuzzy kind 'round here no more
Mark shut his eyes, raised his hands, & his mustache knocked that man right to the floor
Another man stumbled across with a gun in his hand
He said bet yer mustache can't do nothin' this here pistol can
Mark fired one, two shots from his mustache & off the man ran

A legend among men

Mark's mustache
Has the strength of 12 men
Mark's mustache
Make sinners say amen
Mark's mustache - the toughest whiskers around
Mark's mustache
Saved a baby's life
Mark's mustache
Stole your wife
Mark's mustache - the baddest mustache in town

It's as tough as nails
It's as rough as rock
It's as smooth as silk
Hard as a life of hard knocks

Mark's mustache
Has the strength of 12 men
Mark's mustache
Make sinners say amen
Mark's mustache - the toughest whiskers around
Mark's mustache
Saved a baby's life
Mark's mustache
Stole your wife
Mark's mustache - the baddest mustache in town