she run off and took our only chicken
when I broke jail the house was burnt and bare
the Japs moved plant back to Osaka
some days life just doesn't seem that fair
I don't even care
I don't give a damn
Crystal, hotter than a two dollar pistol
I fixin to start bluffin? you today
Crystal, girl you hear that whistle
it the sound of the wind blowing through bullet hole in your skull that I just made
verse 2
my dreams are all dead and buried
sometimes I wish the sun would just explode
when god comes and calls me to his kingdom
I'll take all you sons of bitches when I go
let her blow
let her blow