I don't know too much about you Too much of my old man I know he walked right out that door We never saw him again Last I heard he was at the bar Doin
much bigger that The old man will never hit anyone again Like my old man Like my old man Like my old man Like my old man And can you believe what he
My old man's got a gun And he knows you're a tricky one He can't fail to make you run And I don't need you My old man's got a wife And she loves
outside Underneath the birch trees He said, "I think it's gonna freeze this year" I said, "I gotta get away from here" Me and my old man Me and my old man
m a man I'm gonna put them in their place 'Coz my old man's a fatso He's got a pot, baby for a mouth Baby, my old man's a fatso But you know he owns
my old man And there were times I tried to buck the truthful things they said And now I'm glad that more than once they rattled my stubborn head 'Cause my
Somebody hurt my baby Somebody hurt my girl Somebody hurt my baby Somebody hurt, somebody in this mean ol? world Somebody hurt my baby Somebody hurt my girl Somebody hurt my
my mind Ridin? somewhere only God supposes I could ever dream of gettin? to, from sneakin? up behind I think I?ll ride my pony I think I?ll ride my pony
My old man had a rounder soul He'd hear an ol' freight train and he'd have to go Said he'd been blessed with a gypsy bone That's the reason guess that
much bigger That the old man will never hit anyone again Like my old man Like my old man Like my old man Like my old man And can you believe what he
I don't know much about, too much of my old man I know he walked right out the door we never saw him again Last I heard he was at the bar doing himself
My old man had a rounder's soul He'd hear an old freight train Then he'd have to go Said he'd been blessed with a gypsy bone That's the reason they guessed
us tied and true No, my old man Keeping away my blues But when he's gone Me and them lonesome blues collide The bed's too big The frying pan's too wide My old man
d kill me if he could So I'll nail him to the wood Killing my old man You may not understand He's a terrible man Got to make a stand And kill the old man
Cause he never had too many friends And ask him how he remembers me 'Cause I want to know where I stand How I love my old man The old man's restless
My old man had a pistol Never carried around Never taught me to use it, yeah No blood on the ground Images of a family Somewhere deep in the South Wish
in my ear. Bring your sister out, we'll be leaving now. You're a sure thing but I know You can count me out. You're an old friend. We both know
