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

An' 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 doing it fine all on my own

I hear you crying from cradle to coffin

An' for you, there'll be no stopping

I see you lying in a pine box with bitter words

Cos' that's how the boy talks