Lyrics

I've grown tired, of the words of the single man Hanging lifeless on his every word, oh man You don't understand dear man The little angel held out her hand Saying father, father I love you Oh praise Jesus, I got you Ok yeah billygoat 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 showing on me Come on up, yeah An' 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 got a home in glory land