Cry to myself and hanging 'round
This old vessel that is, is running 'round
I seem to recall feeling serene
My hand on the hip of a, a beautiful being
And light in my eye and love in my heart
It went away, you tore it apart
Just a-hoping you fall six feet south
Keep my name out of your mouth
She wrote back and I got down
I didn't want no, nobody 'round
Now that you've had your fun
You got all yours dropping guns
And now I disappear, I always did
Held them near my coffin lair
Just a-hoping you fall six feet south
Keep my name out of your mouth, yeah
Your mouth, yeah
