Head Nod Songtext
von Hodge

Come to my house an we′ll pick bones
Their hands outside ready with stones
Come to my yard, I got whiskey an' [Incomprehensible]
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, yeah, yeah
I hear you cryin′ from cradle to coffin
An' for you there′ll be no stoppin'
See you lyin′ in a pine box with bitter words
That's how the boy talks, yeah
[Incomprehensible]