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 billygoat an we'll play farm

i didn't mean to spirit stiff you

nor to doy 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

yeh i got it on me all the time

we'll do some runnin' too

you me an ruby-lu

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