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 yea 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 landTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
