My daddy once told me,
A manâ€™s word is all that heâ€™s got.
Well baby sticks and stones
Iâ€™m just skin and bones
And a manâ€™s only good as his shot.
So whatâ€™s the point in splittinâ€™ hairs,
When you can take the whole scalp and run
Thereâ€™s a lot of miles between here and there,
When youâ€™re on the wrong side of the gun.
Jesus donâ€™t like no tattle tales,
He wants you just to mind your own,
Thereâ€™ll be plenty of things to talk about children
When youâ€™re standing there at the throne.
Started pedalinâ€™ knick knacks
Thingamajigs and wares,
Steady diet of tic tacs,
Dried figs and gin-soaked pears.
There ainâ€™t no tellinâ€™
How long itâ€™s a-gonna last,
Yes Iâ€™m gettinâ€™ spread mighty thin.
Iâ€™m all worn out and Iâ€™m fadinâ€™ fast,
I need some more medicine.
And I said whoa, oh me,
Heâ€™s got a hold on me.
I said whoa, oh me,
Got a letter this morninâ€™
Shannonâ€™s on the run,
Post marked from Buenos Ares,
Sheâ€™s got her freckles out in the sun.
She better stay out of trouble lord,
Unless she wants to put up a fight.
Now if she gets a taste of that potato liquor,
Sheâ€™ll be howlinâ€™ at the moon all night.
I think Iâ€™ll head down to Dixie land,
Where at least I gotta place to hide.
I owe the devil more than Iâ€™m worth,
Save your breath Iâ€™ve already tried.
Lord knows Iâ€™ve already tried.
I think Iâ€™ll hit up the church,
Confess my sins, and put some money in that offerinâ€™ plate,
And if anyone asks if youâ€™ve seen me around,
Tell them theyâ€™ll just have to wait.
[Thanks to Joshua Panda for lyrics]