Come to my house and we'll pick bones
Their hands outside ready with stones
Come to my yard
I got whiskey and chairs
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 doing it fine all on my own

I hear you crying from cradle to coffin
And for you there'll be no stopping
I see you lying in a pine box with bitter words
That's how the boy talks

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