When my body dies will you remember my name?
When my body dies will you remember my name?

Oh, Mrs. Dubose you were such a flower
now you’re all dead inside withered and insane
Oh, Mrs. Dubose you were such a flower, you got the death,
the dust, and the opium runnin’ through your veins
Black maid stays cause she’s paid to be around
Condemned and scared for all she knows
You better look at the road when you pass
she gonna fix you with that evil eye
unless your hotdin’ your old man’s hand
you better pass on by better pass on by

Who’s to blame for the loveless marriage, who’s to blame for the broken band.
You ran from life and all of it’s pleasures, your own teeth marks on your own damned hand.
Thrown out before the date’s expired, you’d rather die than let anyone help,
You’d rather die than take a stab at living.
Nothing would kill you so you do it yourself.

Everyone has those times when the night’s so long
The dead-end life just drags you down
You lean back under the microphone
and turn your demons into walls of goddamned noise and sound.

And it’s a sorry thing to do to your sweet sister
It’s a sorry thing to do to your little boy
It’s a sorry thing to do to the folks who love you
Your Mama and Daddy lost their only boy
Some should say I should cut you slack, but you worked so hard at unhappiness.
Living too hard just couldn’t kill you
In the end you had to do it yourself.

Living too hard just couldn’t kill you
In the end you had to do it yourself.

“Honey, I dont believe this,”
the old man at Ferguson’s Cafe kept saying to his wife.
As he read aloud The Memphis Star and their account of what went down that night
“It says He took a shit on the stage and started throwing it into the crowd.
But He was gone before the cops could come and shut him down.”
Gone before the shit came down.

The Night G.G. Allin Came to Town.
The Night G.C. Allin Came to Town.
Antenna Club, Memphis, 1991.
Punk Rockers Paid $12.00 to be Shit On!
The Night G.G. Allin Came to Town

“It says He took the microphone and shoved it up his ass!”
The old man and his wife were aghast
The Night G.G. Allin Came to Town.
The Night G.G. Allin Came to Town.

They put her in the family garden
Said you could hear his heart breaking miles away
All the men pitched in and bought a marble angel
To mark the piece of land where little Bonnie lay

My Grandma said she would keep her in the mornings
So her Mama could sleep a bit and do the chores and such
She’d read her stories about little girls and magic powers
That would never let a pretty angel hurt

Her Mama’s always been a beauty
She’s still beautiful to this very day
But they say Bonnie’s crystal eyes put the stars to shame
Maybe heaven needed Bonnie’s face

My Grandma said she would keep her in the mornings
A swollen angel who never would complain
She’d read her stories about little girls and princesses
Whose Daddy’s don’t feel punished for what heaven takes away

Little Bonnie never married
Little Bonnie never even made it four
But I grew up in her presence
Even though she was gone before I’z born
Even though she was gone before I’z born

Gonna be a world of hurt / Gonna be a world of hurt / Gonna be a world of hurt

I was 27 when I figured out that blowing my brains wasn’t the answer
So I decided, maybe I should find a way to make this world work out for me
And my good friend Paul was 83 when he told me; that “To love is to feel pain”
And I thought about that then and I’ve thought about that again and again

Gonna be a world of hurt / Gonna be a world of hurt / Gonna be a world of hurt

“To love is to feel pain” there ain’t no way around it
The very nature of love is to grieve when it is over
The secret to a happy ending is knowing when to roll the credits
Better role them now before something else goes wrong
No, it’s a wonderful world, if you can put aside the sadness
And hang on to every ounce of beauty upon you
Better take the time to know it there ain’t no way around it
If you feel anything at all

Gonna be a world of hurt / Gonna be a world of hurt / Gonna be a world of hurt

So if what you have is working for you, or you think that it can stand a reasonable chance, and whatever’s broken seems fixable and nothing’s beyond repair
If you still think about each other and smile before you remember how screwed up it’s gotten or maybe dream of a time less rotten
Remember, it ain’t too late to take a deep breath and throw yourself into it with everything you got

It’s great to be alive

Gonna be a world of hurt / Gonna be a world of hurt / Gonna be a world of hurt

You left this big ole void, sure miss your sweet voice.
Now we’re left holding on. We all were careless once.
We all were careless once.

My Sweet Annette was left standing at the alter.(2x)

Marilee was taken ill, it was several miles from home
Back then it wasn’t fittin’ for a girl to leave alone
Sweet Annette, she asked me to walk her to the door
As innocent as children back before the war

My Sweet Annette was left standing at the alter. (2x)

Lord have mercy for what we done, Lord have mercy when to people get alone
Neither one of us had done anything like that you see
By the next sunset, I had eloped with Marilee. (3x)

My Sweet Annette was left standing at the alter.

Well there’s a hole in the band and
as a favor to Cassie
we’ll let her brother come and jam.
If he ain’t no good,
we’ll just leave him right out of the mix.
But he proceeded to give some tired mules a coupla kicks

Two weeks later,
and brothers in the band.
Two more weeks a live album in the can.
Expect we’ll all be in his shadow one day.
That boys a writin’ and playin’ fool.
We’re the guitar army again.
There ain’t nothin that we can’t do

(chorus)
Cassie’s brother was an okie boy.
Played guitar just like a god
Write you a song and sing it too.
Music so fine it makes you feel brand new.

Two years later,
Street Survivors hit the shelves.
Beyond expectation, sounding better than ourselves.
Just wanna keep playing
As long as we possibly can

(repeat chorus)

Lots of pictures of my purdy family, lots of pictures of my purdy family
lots of pictures of my purdy family in the house where I was born.
House has stood through five tornadoes,
Droughts, floods, and five tornadoes.
I’d rather wrastle an alligator than to face the Banker’s scorn
Cause he won’t even look me in the eye
He just takes my land and apologize,
with pen, paper, and a friendly smile, he says the deed is done.
The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning, The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning
The sound you hear is my Daddy spinning over what the Banker done.

Like to invite him for some pot roast beef and mashed potatoes and sweet tea
follow it up with some banana pudding and a walk around the farm
Show him the view from McGee Town Hill
Let him stand in my shoes and see how it feels
to lose the last thing on earth that’s real
I’d rather lose my legs and arms

Bury his body in the old sink hole Bury his body in the old sink hole
Bury his body in the old sink hole under cold November sky
Then damned if I wouldn’t go to church on Sunday
Damned if I wouldn’t go to church on Sunday
Damned if I wouldn’t go to church on Sunday
and look the Preacher in the eye.

Your sisters been blaming everybody.
I don’t blame her, man, I guess Id do the same
if you was my brother, man, Id probably stand you.
But you aint, man, so I got to go my way.

And I aint gonna crawl upon no high horse
cause i got throuwn of one
when i was young and i aint no cowboy
so i aint going where i dont belong.
It wouldnt do you no good to let you know
that it damned near killed me too
so i aint gonna mourn for you, man,
now that youre gone.

Me and you, we liked our pills and our whiskey.
But you dont want your head full of either one
when the house gets quiet and dark.
feeling good used to come so damned easy,
racing trains from 2nd Street to Avalon.
take a trip down to Memory Lane,
You dont see no friendly faces,
all the houses have been painted
and nobody knows your name.
Its enough to make a man not want
to be nobodys Daddy,
when all he thinks hes got left to hand down
is guilt and shame.

And i aint gonna crawl upon no high horse
Cause i got thrown of of one
when i was young and i aint no cowboy
so i aint going where i dont belong.
It wouldnt do you no good to let you know
that it damned near killed me too
so i aint gonna mourn for you, man,
now that youre gone.

You can lie to your Mama, you can lie to your race
but you cant lie to nobody with that cold steel in your face.
And the same God that youre so afraid of
is gonna send you to hell
is the same one you’re gonna answer
to when the pin hits the shell.