Horse Head - 16 Horsepower

come to my house an we'll pick bones 
there hands outside ready with stones 
come to my yard 
i got whiskey an chirs 
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 her 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