Raised by a mean old man He liked to show me his back hand And you will know the same Why'd you ever mention her name? There are things in life I hold Close to my old soul Like God, my kids and friends But that woman makes me who I am We all gotta die someday By the plan that God has made You just close those eyes And pray that I don't find you tonight You've been lying You do it all the time I know murder's so much worse But this is your fault for talking to her Now how can I make you see What this woman means to me? I've got just the place for you 'Neath the ground about a foot or two We all gotta die someday By the plan that God has made Son, now just calm down I ain't gonna kill you... here in town Come on get out the truck Those tears won't do you any good It's not becoming of your clan To speak a bad word of my woman "There's a hole, just watch your step. No, that's the one just over there." Now kneel and ask God to absolve You of all the bad that you've done We all gotta die someday By the plan that God has made This doesn't hurt one bit Squeeze the trigger, it gives a little kickmore