Mr. Murphy gathered us around,
put us in the dying field.
He said, "Men, it's been a bad year 'round here."
He said we should play a little game
To alleviate this pain.
So he grabbed my pop by the neck.
I guess my pop played his game.

(See y'all, me myself, I was just watching the men scuffle their boots on the ground and lookin' dog-faced, not lookin' one-another in the eye. An' see, me myself, I was ducked down behind this dirt pile and not understanding this game that was goin' on until Mr. Murphy, until he caught my eye.)

And if you see my ma today, down upon you, I bring my pain again.
All your cattle, I will hang.
And if you see my ma today, down upon you, I bring my pain again.
All, your crops, they'll go. They'll go away.

So I ran seven miles out to Murphy's farm,
Threw a rock at the window,
And Isabella Murphy, she sauntered down the stairs.
She grabbed my wrists, she said "Let's go."
Then she pulled me out to the dying field,
Pushed me down and straddled me there.
Then I cupped my hands between her crotch,
Caught the water from her hair.

(And with my hands cupped, holdin' Isabella's water, I shoved her out of the way and I ran seven miles back into my hometown. I came to the town well, held my hands, cupped with Isabella's water high, opened 'em up, and now this town, it knows the Murphy's Hell.)

And if you see my ma today, down upon you, I bring my pain again.
All your cattle, I will hang.
And if you see my ma today, down upon you, I bring my pain again.
Oh, your daughter, she'll learn. She'll learn my name.
And I'll hang your cattle,
And I'll bleed your pork,
And I'll shave your chickens,
But I'll piss on your porch.

Yeah we don't
Drink the pain.
Yeah we don't
Drink the pain.
Yeah, we don't.
Drunk the pain.
Yeah we don't
Drown the pain.
Yeah we don't
Drink the pain.
Yeah we don't
Drink the pain.
Yeah, we don't.
Drunk the pain.
Yeah we don't
Drown the pain.

But if you see my pa today, down upon you, I bring my pain again.
All your cattle, I will hang.
And if you see my ma today, down upon you, I'll bring my pain again.
All your children will come. They'll come away.

Yeah we don't
Drink the pain.
Yeah we don't
Drink the pain.
Yeah, we don't.
Drunk the pain.
Yeah we don't
Drown the pain.
Yeah we don't
Drink the pain.
Yeah we don't
Drank the pain.
Yeah, we don't.
Drunk the pain.
Yeah we don't
Drown the pain.
Yeah, we don't.
We drown the pain.


Lyrics submitted by Ayavaron, edited by warhorus

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