Real Hard Headed - The Parlor Mob

In the time I chased the wolves I was a juvenile baby

I cut my nine on any friend or foe

I took my chance on rumor’s dance and ruined them lady

I mash them down wherever they may roam

Cause I’m rude and real hard headed

My clan is tough my face is rough from weather and booze

My game is stiff so you know I never lose

The women call and when they do I comfort them

I love so long no creature could contend

Cause I’m rude and real hard headed

Pray to God for forgiveness

For all that I have done

Pray to Mary for mercy

That I may not run

The handman’s noose is falling

In the crisp autumn air

See them sway from the gallows baby

As my soul did prepare

Cause I’m rude and real hard headed