My Old Bones
Oh my old bones
Finding their way home
My old bones
Have a dance of their own
My old bones
A proud man indeed
Face-planted in the roadside weeds
Why is it hell
Doing things I used to do so well?
Oh my old bones
Lying down like stone
My old bones
Crackity crackity they go
My old bones
A proud man at that
Sick all over the welcome home mat
My old bones
My old bones
Why is it hell
Doing things I used to do so well?
Why is it hell
Doing things I used to do so well?
Why is it hell
Doing things I used to do so well?