| Song | Cutting Teeth |
| Artist | Ben Noble |
| Album | Whisky Priest |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:09.36] | You know, the places that I’ve been |
| [00:18.55] | The faces mine offends |
| [00:24.58] | Fumbling, fumbling |
| [00:35.05] | Though, with murky miles ahead |
| [00:44.57] | The fates sing softer, they’re |
| [00:49.65] | Humming |
| [00:52.34] | |
| [00:56.18] | Slow, though hurried in the dark |
| [01:05.09] | I hear them calling when it starts |
| [01:25.36] | "Go, they’ll find you in the glen |
| [01:34.74] | The horsemen closing in |
| [01:40.87] | Rumbling |
| [01:46.70] | Row, though wilder blows the wind" |
| [01:55.54] | Into the river raging white, I’ll start again |
| [02:03.12] | |
| [02:27.84] | "Sleep, while you cut your teeth |
| [02:39.35] | Whisky priest |
| [02:46.22] | Hope, take it slow |
| [02:53.90] | Through the habit’s prey, through the whisky’s weigh |
| [02:58.72] | You’ll learn to grow |
| [03:03.66] | Hold, hold, hold... |
| [00:09.36] | You know, the places that I' ve been |
| [00:18.55] | The faces mine offends |
| [00:24.58] | Fumbling, fumbling |
| [00:35.05] | Though, with murky miles ahead |
| [00:44.57] | The fates sing softer, they' re |
| [00:49.65] | Humming |
| [00:52.34] | |
| [00:56.18] | Slow, though hurried in the dark |
| [01:05.09] | I hear them calling when it starts |
| [01:25.36] | " Go, they' ll find you in the glen |
| [01:34.74] | The horsemen closing in |
| [01:40.87] | Rumbling |
| [01:46.70] | Row, though wilder blows the wind" |
| [01:55.54] | Into the river raging white, I' ll start again |
| [02:03.12] | |
| [02:27.84] | " Sleep, while you cut your teeth |
| [02:39.35] | Whisky priest |
| [02:46.22] | Hope, take it slow |
| [02:53.90] | Through the habit' s prey, through the whisky' s weigh |
| [02:58.72] | You' ll learn to grow |
| [03:03.66] | Hold, hold, hold... |
| [00:09.36] | You know, the places that I' ve been |
| [00:18.55] | The faces mine offends |
| [00:24.58] | Fumbling, fumbling |
| [00:35.05] | Though, with murky miles ahead |
| [00:44.57] | The fates sing softer, they' re |
| [00:49.65] | Humming |
| [00:52.34] | |
| [00:56.18] | Slow, though hurried in the dark |
| [01:05.09] | I hear them calling when it starts |
| [01:25.36] | " Go, they' ll find you in the glen |
| [01:34.74] | The horsemen closing in |
| [01:40.87] | Rumbling |
| [01:46.70] | Row, though wilder blows the wind" |
| [01:55.54] | Into the river raging white, I' ll start again |
| [02:03.12] | |
| [02:27.84] | " Sleep, while you cut your teeth |
| [02:39.35] | Whisky priest |
| [02:46.22] | Hope, take it slow |
| [02:53.90] | Through the habit' s prey, through the whisky' s weigh |
| [02:58.72] | You' ll learn to grow |
| [03:03.66] | Hold, hold, hold... |