Lyrics Sutton. - Dead Poet Society

You take me down to the river, hey
One more time and we're home
Your dad's old gin got me thinking, hey
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 woods 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 dad
Fold and bring this old boy home, oh-oh

Did you want me to bury the bones?
Did you want me to bury the bones?
Did you want me to bury the bones?