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 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