Lyrics Sutton. - Dead Poet Society

Sutton.

You take me down to the river, hey
One more time and we’re home
Your dad’s old gin got me thinking that
We could go all night long
Hey!
Young pretty thing, want you teasin' my bones (I want you more)
Hey!
Don’t pity me, just a man out making his own
White dog in the wood with a valley man
She gave him all her love
She took my arm and my innocence
But God, what you don’t know
Hey!
Young pretty thing, want you teasin' my bones (I want you more)
Hey!
Don’t pity me, just a man with nothing to-
Slipping from the fresh air
Soft, falling like a noose
Quiet like a gunshot
Fired just a bit too soon
Sterling, calling out, that fool will bring this old boy home, oh-oh
Did you want me to bury their bones?
Did you want me to bury their bones?
Did you want me to bury their bones?