Thursday, January 12, 2006
BUY THIS CD
16 Horsepower
Sackcloth 'N Ashes
Horse Head
Come to my house an we'll pick bones
There hands outside ready with stones
Come to my yard
I got whiskey an chairs
We'll sit on the porch
As the good men stare
You ain't never spoke true
I shake an angry fist at you
You are not needed here
To help me feel low down
I'm doin' it fine all on my own
I hear you cryin' from cradle to coffin
An for you there'll be no stoppin'
I see you lyin' in a pine box with bitter words
That's how the boy talks
