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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

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

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