[chorus 3x] I don't need no iron i'm already creased I don't need no money...
Sweetness sweetness I was only joking when I said I'd like to smash every tooth...
He's out in the woods with his squirrel gun To try to recapture his anger...
He's out in the woods with his squirrel gun To try to recapture his anger...
(s. bailey) (c#m) - (g#m7) - (g#7) - (f#7) - (e) - (b) My father...
(gun club) I can see clearly from my diamond eyes...
I've grown tired, of the words of the single man...
I surely knew it was a trap ye Yet my...
I can sense it all around me There's somethin' in...
Hey mister with your iron feet yeah Never waver from...
Just as sure as that suns gonna shine When he...
The devil's brand is on my bones An' from inside...
High fiddle high fiddle low fiddle low There's a ghost...
Ain't none ever seen the face of his foe no...
All the widows watch Through all window sills Hair raisin'...