Oh, come now Father dear
And turn this blood to choice
You know, I think
These young are spent
And have seen their day
My back bears the scars of work
While my sweat has cut the cost
If my word to God isn't bond
Then I'll be damned to say
But this
Can't be so bad
Only I sure did love the way
She danced
Oh, come now Preacher to where
This flesh begins to spoil
You know I think these young are done
And have seen their day
But should I remove their tongue of curse
And cast away
Oh, this dirty game
I play
Oh Long-Arm
You lie here
Go run home
To Mama
A good boy
Never gets to dance
Oh Long-Arm
You lie here
Go run home
To Mama
These good boys
Never get a chance