Seven branches on my window 
Waiting for the sun [bad word] around 
Take this on an empty stomach 
Waiting for the spring [bad word] around 

Save yourself 
By the way 
Never ride alone 

Take me down easy 
I can’t stand the sight or the smell 
It’s getting harder and harder and harder and harder to tell 

Tell me when the blood stops flowing 
Let it rest, [bad word] into the ground 
Just in case the dogs are feeding 
Shut the door so they won’t hear the sound 

Save yourself 
By the way 
Never ride alone 

Show me no quarter 
I can’t stand the sight or the smell 
It’s getting harder and harder and harder and harder to tell 

Put me to pasture 
I can’t stand the sight or the smell 
It’s getting harder and harder and harder and harder to tell