Oh, come now father dear and turn this blood to choice
You know I think these young are spent & have seen their day
My back bares the scars of work while my sweat has cut the cost
If my word to God isnt bond then I’ll be damned to say, This
cant be so bad, Only I sure did love the way she danced, Oh
come now Preacher to where this flesh begins to spoil, You
know I think these young are done & have seen their day, So
could I remove their tounges of curse and cast away? Oh
these dirty games I play, Long-Arm you liar! Go run home
to Mama! A good boy never gets to dance, These good boys
never get a chance.
