Letra de Horse Head
Come to my house an we'll pick bones Their hands outside ready with stones Come to my yard I got whiskey an' chairs We'll hang on the porch As the good men stareYou 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 ownI hear you cryin' from cradle to coffin An' for you there'll be no stoppin' I see you lyin' in a pine box with bitter words That's how the boy talks