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