16 Horsepower - Horse Head

come to my house an we`ll pick bones 
there hands outside ready with stones 
come to my yard 
i got whiskey an chirs 
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 doin` it fine all on my own 
i her 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