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 billy goat an we'll play farm 
I didn't mean to spirit stiff you 
Nor to do you no harm 
You say you've got a bone to pick 
Well, there's plenty showin' on me 
Come on up yeah 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 land 
Red Neck Reel 
Prison Shoe Romp 
Are ya listenin' boy the man he hung see 
You've heard it said that's what he done for me 
Did ya hear that girl the man he calls your name 
You best go to him it's he not me can loose your chains 
Then we'll commence to walk sometime in prison shoes 
We'll walk an walk an walk away our blues 
Ida done better 
From cradle to coffin 
In between there's just too much walkin' 
I ain't no odd man out junk hiding junk 
I ain't nothin' to speak of 
Just put it in the back an leave it off the rack 
No I ain't what you're used to 
Did ya taste that boy 
That blood is as sweet as wine 
Yeah I got it on me all the time 
We'll do some runnin' too 
You me an ruby-lu 
Spin black blades an I'll unwind 
Just let me go to sleep the lord my soul to keep 
Don't talk just keep it on your mind 
Can't you see that sun shinin' in your face has the same 
He came an took your place 
But you don't give a rip an down to hell you slip 
You squack and squack boy you lost your grip