Oh, come now Father dear And turn this blood to choice You know, I think These young are spent And have seen their day My back bears the scars of work While my sweat has cut the cost If my word to God isn't bond Then I'll be damned to say But this Can't be so bad Only I sure did love the way She danced Oh, come now Preacher to where This flesh begins to spoil You know I think these young are done And have seen their day But should I remove their tongue of curse And cast away Oh, this dirty game I play Oh Long-Arm You lie here Go run home To Mama A good boy Never gets to dance Oh Long-Arm You lie here Go run home To Mama These good boys Never get a chance