Shoeshine

Bone-shaker rattle-trap

I'm living on my own again

6 quarts of whiskey

And I keep em in a jerry can

Got a couple hounds a 44 bore

My friends used to come around

They don't any more

Shoeshine they call me

Shoeshine they say

Shoeshine they call me

But that isn't my name

Down by the river

Things got bad

She got angry

And I got sad

The next thing you know

She's gone for good

I'm running for my life

In the dark and dreary wood

Wind in the willows

And the rattling of the wires

Clicking of the hammer

And somethings on fire

Figures in the field

And the worlds gone quiet

They won't ever take me alive