American Wheeze

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
We'll see, we'll see
Bring your blade and your gun
And if I die by your hand
I've gotta home in glory land