come to my house an we'll pick bones
there hands outside ready with stones
come to my yard
i got whiskey an chirs
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 her you cryin' from cradle to coffin
an for you there'll be no stoppin'
i see you lyin' in a pine box with bitter words
that's how the boy talks
1 | Black Soul Choir |
2 | American Wheeze |
3 | Heel On The Shovel |
4 | For Heavens Sake |
5 | For Heaven's Sake |
6 | Low Estate |
7 | Bad Moon Rising |
8 | Nobody 'cept You (Bob Dylan) |
9 | Fire Spirit |
10 | Outlaw Song |