A man walked into town ,
his clothes were ***** his breath stank of *****,
he hadn’t washed in days ,
and he took his rest under a  sleepy shade ,
beneath a sleeping moon .

No one bothered him except for one lad ,
What’s you’re name mr “ said the boy ,
who  never went back .
Then the man stretched out his arm ,
and in his coat drew a Bible in his hand ,
and gave the lad a quote .

“ judge thee not or he cast the first stone “
   It’s been a long time since I left home .

you see my woman left me so I took to the drink ,
i at first didn’t know what to think .
You see she gave me a bone ,
when all I craved was her love ,
then she went to church,
well heaven above !

So I took the car untill it ran out of gas ,
for that light in my flame was not from heaven above .

Now i loved that dear woman  straight from my heart ,
but the  meat from that bone was full of gristle and grit ,
and no man should ever have to settle for a piece of it .
That’s why I’m here at the end of you’re street ,
a most heart breaking story you are ever likely to meet .

So the gristle and bone of this story be ,
Leave your heart in heaven ,
and don’t bother me .