Walkin' up with winkin' eyes, I seen that tight-lipped grin
I could tell from a mile away, boy you weren't my kin
You best put a bridle on and bridle on that tongue
Save your breath for breathin' buddy [bad word] [bad word] 

Who's that feller next to me with the big house grin
Speakin' from the left hand an' jumpin' out his skin
Well, maybe he's my old man the one with the wooden eyes
You'd think after all this time he'd find a better place to hide
 [bad word]  I found [bad word] on

Cuttin' up with battin' eyes, I seen that paint on smile
Aw girl, I could see [bad word] #39; for a country mile
You bes' put a bridle on and bridle on that tongue
Save your breath for breathin' girl, I'm talkin' from black lungs