My Old Man

My old man was a good old man
 Finest one in the whole land
 Fifties suit, white brim on his head
 I loved the things he did with his hands
 He was mine, he was mine, all mine
 At least that's what I thought at the time
 When his blood was on my hands
 I thought he'd never touch another woman again
 My old man, he shoulda thought twice
 Knew he was my only vice
 If I hide, will anyone see
 That my other vice was jealousy?
 My old man, he shoulda thought twice
 Knew he was my only vice
 If I hide, will anyone see
 That my other vice was jealousy?
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 Whеn I closed the trunk on him
 I drove down to thе river where we used to swim
 Dead trees, two foot of snow
 Who would look for him in this freezing cold?
 Broken bones, a gash in his head
 I thought for sure that he was dead
 When his body floated away
 His eyes flew open and he screamed my name
 Poor old me, I shoulda thought twice
 Knew he was my only vice
 If I bat my eyes, will anyone see
 That my other vice was jealousy?
 Poor old me, I shoulda thought twice
 Knew he was my only vice
 If I bat my eyes, will anyone see
 That my other vice was jealousy?