Oh, come now father dear
And turn this blood to choice
You know I think these young
Are spent and have seen their dayMy back bares the scars of work
While my sweat has cut the cost
If my word to God isnt bonded
Then Ill be damned to sayBabe, this cant be so bad
Only I sure did love the way she dancedOh, come now Preacher
Where this flesh begins to spoil
You know I think these young
Are done and have seen their dayBut I should remove their tongues
Of curse and cast away?
Oh, this dirty game I playLong-Arm, you liar
Go run home to Mama
A good boy never gets to danceLong-Arm, you liar
Go run home to Mama
These good boys never get a chanceLong-Arm, you liar
Go run home to Mama
A good boy never gets to danceLong-Arm, you liar
Go run home to Mama
These good boys never get a chance