 
come to my house an we'll pick bones 
there hands outside ready with stones 
come to my yard 
i got whiskey an chirs 
we'll sit on the porch 
as the good men stare 
you ain't never spoke true 
i shake an angry fist at you 
you are not needed here 
to help me feel low down 
i'm doin' it fine all on my own 
i her you cryin' from cradle to coffin 
an for you there'll be no stoppin' 
i see you lyin' in a pine box with bitter words 
that's how the boy talks
 
| 1 | Black Soul Choir | 
| 2 | American Wheeze | 
| 3 | Heel On The Shovel | 
| 4 | For Heavens Sake | 
| 5 | For Heaven's Sake | 
| 6 | Low Estate | 
| 7 | Bad Moon Rising | 
| 8 | Nobody 'cept You (Bob Dylan) | 
| 9 | Fire Spirit | 
| 10 | Outlaw Song |