I've grown
tired, of the words of the single man
Hangin' lifeless on his every
word o man
You don't understand dear man
The little angel held out her hand
Sayin' father, father I love you
O praise Jesus I got her
Ok yeah billy goat an we'll play farm
I didn't mean to spirit stiff you
Nor to do you no harm
You say you've got a bone to pick
Well, there's plenty showin'
on me
Come on up yeah bring your temper boy
We'll see, we'll see
Yeah you may
be the only one come on son
Bring your blade and your gun
And if I die by your hand
I've gotta home in glory land
Red Neck Reel
Prison Shoe Romp
Are ya listenin' boy the man he
hung see
You've heard it said that's
what he done for me
Did ya hear that girl the man
he calls your name
You best go to him it's he not me can
loose your chains
Then we'll commence to walk
sometime in prison shoes
We'll walk an walk an walk away our
blues
Ida done better
From cradle to coffin
In between there's just
too much walkin'
I ain't no odd man out junk
hiding junk
I ain't nothin' to speak of
Just put it in the back
an leave it off the rack
No I ain't what you're used
to
Did ya taste that boy
That blood is as sweet as wine
Yeah I got it on me all the time
We'll do some runnin' too
You me an ruby-lu
Spin Spin black blades an I'll unwind
Just let me go to sleep the
lord my soul to keep
Don't talk just keep it on your
mind
Can't you see that sun shinin'
in your face has the same
He came an took your place
But you don't give a rip an
down to hell you slip
You squack and squack boy you
lost your grip