They don’t have nothin
Like nothin you’ve seen before
They don’t have nothin ta give you
That I couldn’t give them what for
They don’t have cares
Not one mysterious sound
Ta call down the thunder
Ta rattle the ground
I’d like ta give you everything I’ve got to give
But it just adds up to a trickle
A fortunate portion of sin
I’d like ta give you
Things that are not mine ta give
But i’d steal and I’d plunder
I’d conjure I’d kill