I've grown tired, of the words of the single man 
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 billy goat an we'll play farm 
I didn't mean to spirit stiff you 
Nor to do 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