Intro
Verse 1
Son Listen Close, Oh Son Lend Me Your Ear
I Know That You’re Strong, You’ve Got Nothing To Fear
But Just Know There Are Things That’ll Tear Through Your Soul
That’ll Burn You To Cinders Like Cigarette Smoke
Like Liquor And Lies And A Loose Women’s Lips
Like Tearing Your Own House Down On Your Head
Like Eating That Honey From Poisonous Comb
Verse 2
She’s Brazen As Brass And As Loud As A Horn
Her Mouth Is A Sepulcher—Scoffing And Scorn
Oh, She Looks Soft As Rain, But She’s Sharp As A Blade
Her Bed Is A Graveyard, With Numberless Slain
Chorus
Son, Won’t You Drink From Your Own Garden’s Well?
Why Should Your Streams Be All Scattered?
Son, Love A Woman And You Love Her Well
Let Her Not Be For Strangers But For You
The Ways Of A Man, They Can Bring Him To Glory
Or Hangdog, They’ll Bring Him To Shame
So What Kind Of Man Will You Be In This Story?
A Beggar, A Bore, Or A King?
A Beggar, A Bore, Or A King?
A Beggar, A Bore, Or A King?
Outro
