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