Lyric Black Lung

walkin up with winkin eyes
seen that tight-lipped grin
i could tell from a mile away
boy you weren t my kin
you best put a bridle on bridle on that tongue
save your breath for breathin buddy
an run - run
who s that feller next to me
with the big house grin
speakin from the left hand
an jumpin out his skin
well, maybe he s my old man
the one with the wooden eyes
you d think after all this time
he d find a better place to hide
cuttin up with battin eyes
i seen that paint on smile
aw girl i could see you comin
for a country mile
you bes put a bridle on bridle on that tongue
save your breath for breathin girl
i m talkin from black lungs