What's that I hear out in my garden Run run sonny boy and get my gun I think I see the neighbor boy Bud Melvin Digging in your mama's flowerpot Whats that he's doing to the rhubarb I swear I've seen him violate the leaves Belonging to the tree that I once planted In the honor of the day my daddy fell "O papa please, I know your troubles They been hard and they been long Fighting all these years with the neighbor's kin (but) This boy before us don't deserve the suffering" Sonny that's a woman's voice you've taken Your mercy-cryin-diplomatic tongue This boy I see before us in the garden Is guilty being born a son Melvin I'll be damned before I let our family's shame go unavenged I'll be damned before I recognize the day When the Melvin kids inherit that old saw mill That stole my daddy's lovely guitar hands