Come to my house an we'll pick bones There hands outside ready with stones Come to my yard I got whiskey an chairs We'll sit on the porch As the good men stare
You ain't never spoke true I shake an angry fist at you You are not needed here To help me feel low down I'm doin' it fine all on my own
I hear you cryin' from cradle to coffin An for you there'll be no stoppinI see you lyin' in a pine box with bitter words That's how the boy talks
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