16 Horsepower - 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 stoppinI see you lyin' in a pine box with bitter words
That's how the boy talks