Prison Shoe Romp
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
Written by: DAVID EUGENE EDWARDS, JEAN-YVES TOLA, KEVEN MARK SOLL, KEVIN SOLL
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