American Wheeze

Lyrics for American Wheeze

I've grown tired of the words of the single man Hangin' lifeless on his every word, oh no, man You don't understand, dear man The little angel held out her hand Sayin', "Father, Father, I love you" Oh, praise Jesus, I got you Okay, yeah, billy goat, an' we'll play farm I didn't mean to spirit stiff you Nor to do you no harm You say you've got a bone to pick Well, there's plenty showin' on me Come on up, yeah, bring your temper, boy We'll see, we'll see Yeah, you may be the one, come on, son Bring your blade and your gun And if I die by your hand, Lord I've got a home in Glory Land