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 billygoat an we'll play farm
 i didn't mean to spirit stiff you
 nor to doy 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