A shout in a holler for a hill to die on A chip on a shoulder that I used to cry on Tender offer Remember the old oak missing leaves Tried to put a grip of stitches in me And your eyes searched mine For something I might know I knew nothing-it's just as well I grew from that sick puppy Into a mama wolf who's only whelping runts And I don't know anymore if you love me Or some memory I've not recalled for months But my tender offer still stands Tender offer Gone pioneering, came as a thief Is it any less endearing As when a heathen takes his leave? Tender offer Remember these Tender offers