Bone-shaker rattle-trap
I'm living on my own again
Six quarts of whiskey
And I keep 'em in a Jerry can
Got a couple hounds a forty-four bore
My friends used to come around
They don't any more
Shoeshine they call me
Shoeshine they say
Shoeshine they call me
But that isn't my name
Down by the river
Things got bad
She got angry
And I got sad
The next thing you know
She's gone for good
I'm running for my life
In the dark and dreary wood
Wind in the willows
And the rattling of the wires
Clicking of the hammer
And somethings on fire
Figures in the field
And the worlds gone quiet
They won't ever take me alive