Horse Head
Come to my house an we'll pick bones
Their hands outside ready with stones
Come to my yard
I got whiskey an' chairs
We'll hang 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 hear 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
Their hands outside ready with stones
Come to my yard
I got whiskey an' chairs
We'll hang 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 hear 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
Credits
Writer(s): Jean-yves Tola, David Eugene Edwards, Keven Mark Soll
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