16 Horsepower - American Wheeze

i`ve grown tired, of the words of the single man 
hangin` lifeless on his every word -- o man 
you don`t understand dear man 
the little angel held out her hand 
sayin` father, father i love you 
o praise jesus i got her 
ok yeah billygoat an we`ll play farm 
i didn`t mean to spirit stiff you 
nor to doy 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 only one come on son 
bring your blade and your gun 
and if i die by your hand 
i`ve gotta home in glory land