It was
Friday night in Newmontown
And the birds got close to the bone,
to the bone
At the Red Sands Tavern we all sat down
And the birds got close to the bone,
to the bone
Did it cut too close to the bone?
On a wet weekend in that old sa loon
Did the words cut close to the bone,
to the bone?
I didn't see him at first
when he's back to the room
Did the words cut close to the bone,
to the bone?
Did it cut too close to the bone?
Well we drank and told tall tales of sin
The words got close to the bone,
to the bone
The whole bar room laughed
but he'd not join in
The words got close to the bone,
to the bone
And they got too close to the
bone
When the hour grows late
well it won't be long
The words got close to the bone,
to the bone
Till we're singing our favorite
murderous song
The words got close to the bone,
to the bone
They cut too close to the bone
Well we sang it loud and clear by choice
The words got close to the bone,
to the bone
But a man in the corner
never raised his voice
The words got close to the bone,
to the bone
They cut too close to the bone
Well Jim was the first to notice thus
Do the words cut close to the bone,
to the bone?
Well he lurched that way
and he asked for us
Do the words cut close to the bone,
to the bone?
Do they cut too close to the bone?
What's your name then mister
with your face in the glass?
Do the words cut close to the bone,
to the bone?
Well you join us in song
or you leave on your ass
The words got close to the bone,
to the bone,
did they cut too close to the bone?
The name is Willie,
he said turn it around
The words got close to the bone,
to the bone
Now fuck off or wind up six feet down
The words got close to the bone,
to the bone,
did they cut too close to
the bone?
You'll sing of Polly with
her brains in the ditch
The words got close to the bone,
to the bone
Oh, break your jaw, you son of a bitch
The words got close to the bone,
to the bone
They got too close to the bone
A willy rose up with a blade in his hand
And words got close to the bone,
to the bone
And he slashed Jim's throat
right where he did stand
And the words got close to the bone,
to the bone
They got too close to the bone
And he straddled on out
of the red sandstorm
Do the birds fly close to the bone,
to the bone?
As we watched Jim's live blood pool
on the floor
Do the birds fly close to the bone,
to the bone?
Do they cut too close to
the bone?
You pretty polly, will raise a glass
Do the words cut close to the bone,
to the bone?
If you won't drink up, well, we have to ask
Do the words cut close to the bone,
to the bone?
Do they come too close to the bone?
If you won't drink up, well, we have to ask
Do the words come close to the bone,
to the bone?
Do they come really close to the bone?
