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
 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
 yeh 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