oh come now father dear and turn this blood to choice you know i think these young are spent and have seen their day my back bears the scars of work while my sweat has cut the cost if my word to god isn t bond then i ll be damned to say but this can t be so bad only i sure did love the way she danced oh come now preacher to where this flesh begins to spoil you know i think these young are done and have seen their day but should i remove their tongue of curse and cast away oh this dirty game i play oh long arm you lie here go run home to mama a good boy never gets to dance oh long arm you lie here go run home to mama these good boys never get a chance