Oh, come now father dear
And turn this blood to choice
You know I think these young
Are spent and 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 bonded
Then I’ll be damned to say
Babe, this can’t be so bad
Only I sure did love the way she danced
Oh, come now 
PreacherWhere this flesh begins to spoil
You know I think these young
Are done and have seen their day
But I should remove their tongues
Of curse and cast away?
Oh, this dirty game 
I playLong-
Arm, you liar
Go run home to 
MamaA good boy never gets to dance
Long-Arm, you liar
Go run home to 
MamaThese good boys never get a chance
Long-Arm, you liar
Go run home to 
MamaA good boy never gets to dance
Long-Arm, you liar
Go run home to 
MamaThese good boys never get a chance