I've grown tired
of the words of the single man
Hangin' lifeless on his every word
Oh no, man

You don't understand, dear man
The little angel held out her hand
Sayin', "Father, Father, I love you"
Oh, praise Jesus, I got you

Okay, yeah, billy goat,
And 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 showin' on me
Come on up, yeah, bring your temper, boy
We'll see, we'll see…

Yeah, you may be the one
Come on, son
Bring your blade and…your gun

And if I die
By your hand, Lord
I've got a home in Glory Land

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