Dirt On Him

Nobody knows how, but he never woke up

Last person that he saw said he left there drunk

From the same old bar he was always in

But there's a slow dark song singing in the wind

Oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-oh

Standing under this sycamore tree

Watching six of his friends put him six-feet deep

Preacher said the Lord's Prayer, everybody's crying

Praying nobody sees me smiling

'Cause I got dirt on him and a drunk black eye

That Mary Kay covered up for the last time

I know who done it, but I ain't gonna tell

It's what he had coming, so he's burning in Hell

Even God can't bring him peace

So they're putting dirt on him, 'cause he put his hands on me

'Cause he put his hands on me

If they trace that bullet, it'll be to his gun

But it wasn't his hand that got the job done

Every step planned out every track covered up

Even the dogs didn't have no luck

Oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-ooh, oh-oh-oh

'Cause I got dirt on him and a drunk black eye

That Mary Kay covered up for the last time

I know who done it, but I ain't gonna tell

It's what he had coming, so he's burning in Hell

Even God can't bring him peace

So they're putting dirt on him, 'cause he put his hands on me

'Cause he put his hands on me

I ain't saying I know who

But I know how to shoot

And I know what I'd do

'Cause I got dirt on him and a drunk black eye

That Mary Kay covered up for the last time

I know who done it, but I ain't gonna tell

It's what he had coming, so he's burning in Hell

Even God can't bring him peace

So they're putting dirt on him, 'cause he put his hands on me

'Cause he put his hands on me

'Cause he put his hands on me