Lyrics:

I've grown tired, mmm
Of the works of the single man
Hangin' lifeless on his every whirl
Oh, no man
You don't understand, dear man
That little angel held out her hand
Sayin', 'Father, Father I love you
Oh, praise Jesus I got you'

Okay, yeah, billy goat, mmm
And 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 is showin' on me
Come on, 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
Yeah, that's it
And if I'd die
By your hand, oh
I've got a home
In Glory Land
Oh, let my Lord come near