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 isn’t bond then I’ll be damned to say
This can’t 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 dsay
So I could remove their tongues 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.