IntroVerse 1Son Listen Close, Oh Son Lend Me Your EarI Know That You’re Strong, You’ve Got Nothing To FearBut Just Know There Are Things That’ll Tear Through Your SoulThat’ll Burn You To Cinders Like Cigarette SmokeLike Liquor And Lies And A Loose Women’s LipsLike Tearing Your Own House Down On Your HeadLike Eating That Honey From Poisonous CombVerse 2She’s Brazen As Brass And As Loud As A HornHer Mouth Is A Sepulcher—Scoffing And ScornOh, She Looks Soft As Rain, But She’s Sharp As A BladeHer Bed Is A Graveyard, With Numberless SlainChorusSon, 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 WellLet Her Not Be For Strangers But For YouThe Ways Of A Man, They Can Bring Him To GloryOr Hangdog, They’ll Bring Him To ShameSo 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
