My Old Man 歌词

My old man was a good old man Finest one in the whole land Fancy suit, white brim on his head I loved the things he did with his hands He was mine, he was mine oh mine At least that's what I thought at the time When his blood was on my hands I thought he'd never touch another woman again My old man, he shoulda thought twice Knew he was my only vice If I hide, will anyone see That my other vice was jealousy My old man, he shoulda thought twice Knew he was my only vice If I hide, will anyone see That my other vice was jealousy Whеn I closed the trunk on him I drove down to thе river where we used to swim Dead trees, two foot of snow Who would look for him in this freezing cold? Broken bones, a gash in his head I thought for sure that he was dead When his body floated away, his eyes flew open And he screamed my name Poor old me, I shoulda thought twice Knew he was my only vice If I bat my eyes, will anyone see That my other vice was jealousy Poor old me, I shoulda thought twice Knew he was my only vice If I bat my eyes, will anyone see That my other vice was jealousy