Dirt On Him

Nobody knows how, but he never woke up Last person that he saw said he left there drunk From the same old bar he was always in But there's a slow dark song singing in the wind Oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-oh Standing under this sycamore tree Watching six of his friends put him six-feet deep Preacher said the Lord's Prayer, everybody's crying Praying nobody sees me smiling 'Cause I got dirt on him and a drunk black eye That Mary Kay covered up for the last time I know who done it, but I ain't gonna tell It's what he had coming, so he's burning in Hell Even God can't bring him peace So they're putting dirt on him, 'cause he put his hands on me 'Cause he put his hands on me If they trace that bullet, it'll be to his gun But it wasn't his hand that got the job done Every step planned out every track covered up Even the dogs didn't have no luck Oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-oh 'Cause I got dirt on him and a drunk black eye That Mary Kay covered up for the last time I know who done it, but I ain't gonna tell It's what he had coming, so he's burning in Hell Even God can't bring him peace So they're putting dirt on him, 'cause he put his hands on me 'Cause he put his hands on me I ain't saying I know who But I know how to shoot And I know what I'd do 'Cause I got dirt on him and a drunk black eye That Mary Kay covered up for the last time I know who done it, but I ain't gonna tell It's what he had coming, so he's burning in Hell Even God can't bring him peace So they're putting dirt on him, 'cause he put his hands on me 'Cause he put his hands on me 'Cause he put his hands on me