Oh, come now father daer 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 day.
So could I 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.
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