You don't understand dear man
The little angel held out her hand
By your hand
Come on son
O no man
Come on up yeah, bring your temper boy
I've gotta home
Well, there's plenty showin' on me
Nor to do you no harm
We'll see, we'll see
I didn't mean to spirit stiff you
Okay yeah, billy goat
You say you've got a bone to pick
In glory land, yeah, yeah
Sayin' father, father I love you
And your gun
Hangin' lifeless on his every word
O praise Jesus I got you
An' we'll play farm
Yeah, you may be the one
And if I die
Bring your blade
