16 Horsepower - American Wheeze Lyrics
Ive grown tired, of the words of the single manHangin lifeless on his every word -- o manYou dont understand dear manThe little angel held out her handSayin father, father I love youO praise jesus I got herOk yeah billygoat an well play farmI didnt mean to spirit stiff youNor to doy you no harmYou say youve got a bone to pickWell, theres plenty showin on meCome on up yeah bring your temper boyWell see, well seeYeah you may be the only one come on sonBring your blade and your gunAnd if I die by your handIve gotta home in glory land