Horse Head

<br>come to my house an we`ll pick bones<br>there hands outside ready with stones<br>come to my yard<br>i got whiskey an chirs<br>we`ll sit on the porch<br>as the good men stare<br><br><br>you ain`t never spoke true<br>i shake an angry fist at you<br>you are not needed here<br>to help me feel low down<br>i`m doin` it fine all on my own<br><br><br>i her you cryin` from cradle to coffin<br>an for you there`ll be no stoppin`<br>i see you lyin` in a pine box with bitter words<br>that`s how the boy talks