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come to my house an we'll pick bones
there hands outside ready with stones
come to my yard
i got whiskey an chirs
ge'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
come to my house an we'll pick bones   there hands outside ready with stones   come to my yard   i got whiskey an chirs   ge'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