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 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?