(Yodel) You think I care? Well I don't, not anymore Someday my soul must be blackened Anytime a girl comes over, I lock 'em downstairs, then I just wait
forty days And forty nights, in the rain When I finally awoke I didn't feel quite the same The wind was blowin A frost was comin And then poor Mad Jud
by sin My uncle was a christian man (oh lord!) But the lord didn't give a damn (no voice!) He lived sick and homeless (so poor!) When he died, I
I will bring you dead flowers I will carry your Bible to Church I will be everything I'm not Come on over, my darling, tonight I know I once was cruel
home Some kinda beast ran in front of my car So I swerved and ran into the trees The pain of the glass and the taste of my blood put my poor soul right
I'm not the beast they've made me out to be I've done some good things I've done some good things Like you, I've stumbled once or twice And done some
Well I was raised by Papa Misery and Mama Guitar I never had no Place to call home Except for the woods behind the pond In the backwoods In the backwoods
Anna brown No more sleeping late Let's talk this over Let's talk this over Bye friends I'm on your side Separate the soul in mine Disintegrate those
I've been awake for 8 days straight Must've been them pills I took I've been twistin' and turnin' and seein' visions Must've been them pills I took Hey
Now I've been askin' since the sun come up What do you expect from me? And I've been doin' what everyone tells me What do you expect from me? And I'm
I have been swallowed by sin I have been swallowed by sin Druggin and hatin and walkin with Satan I have been swallowed by sin You're all gonna burn in
I'm warning you friends this aint the sanitized safe and clean as your neighborhood ball country bullshit you're used to Now this is country music as
yeah Things are bound to get better Some day you'll be happy You're gonna find true love And start up a family Bullshit! Fuckin' bullshit! Nothin
paid your fair with the rest of my load And you've got to ride to the end of the road You robbed the weak, And done wrong to the poor Turned hungry
Alright Well I was in an accident, they said I was paralyzed But I walked to church the very next day with glory in my eyes To my grandpa's funeral I
My old man He put me in jail It's hard Where the doors are locked and barred With a big long chain tied to the floor Damn his soul, I'm weak and I'm poor
Alright. If you wanna see a man with a lot of bad luck Honey, just look over at me And if you wanna see a man who the good lord damned Look at my face
is gone Everything is gone Something terrible happened Everything is gone No more endless worry No more snake-tongued friends All of us are poor now
