"Accidents" lyrics

Oh, come now, Father, dear and turn this blood to choice
You know I think these young are spent and have seen their day
My back bears the scars of work while my sweat has cut the cost
If my word to God isn't bond then I'll be damned to say

This can't be so bad
Only I sure did love the way she danced

Oh, come now, Preacher, to where this flesh begins to spoil
You know I think these young are done and have seen their day
But should I remove their tongue of curse and cast away?
Oh this dirty game I play

Oh, Long-Arm, you lie here
Go run home, to Mama
A good boy never gets to dance

Oh, Long-Arm, you lie here
Go run home, to Mama
These good boys never get a chance