Good evenin' folks we're the Pine Box Boys On December 13th of every year We celebrate the feast of three arms Commemorating the woman with three arms The man that done her wrong And the son that loved her so It was on this day in the year nineteen hundred and twenty nine That Juble with no last name called to Recon the man who thrice jilted his mother In the orchard and at the courthouse and by her grave And who ultimately was responsible for her death The lovely Parmaleen with arms of three If there are any here tonight that bare a grudge against a past wrong And if that grudge has left a stinger in Your flesh that has worried you all year We ask you to raise a glass and join us as we deliver The feast of three arms commencement toast. In the first hand is a glass that I raise to Parmaleen May we all feel the love an extra hand can bring The second is for Juble the boy with no last name Who loved his mother so may we all do the same The third a glass of water you should know where we begin It commemorates the river Juble dumped the preacher in So raise your shot your glass of wine that frosty mug of beer And may you all fulfill your vendettas before we meet again next year