- Votes:
- Composer:
- Gordon Gano
 
- Genres:
- 80s
- Country
- Rock
 
- Tags:
- alternative
- murder
 
- See also:
Violent Femmes - Country Death Song lyrics
I had me a wife, I had me some daughters
 I tried so hard, I never knew still waters
 Nothing to eat and nothing to drink
 Nothing for a man to do but sit around and think
 Nothing for a man to do but sit around and think
 Well, I'm a thinkin' and thinkin', till there's nothin' I ain't thunk
 Breathing in the stink, till finally I stunk
 It was at that time, I swear I lost my mind
 I started making plans to kill my own kind
 I started making plans to kill my own kind
 "Come little daughter", I said to the youngest one
 Put your coat on, we'll have some fun
 We'll go out to mountains, the one to explore
 Her face then lit up, I was standing by the door
 Her face then lit up, I was standing by the door
 Come little daughter, I will carry the lanterns
 We'll go out tonight, we'll go to the caverns
 We'll go out tonight, we'll go to the caves
 Kiss your mother goodnight and remember that God saves
 Kiss your mother goodnight and remember that God savesViolent Femmes - Country Death Song - http://motolyrics.com/violent-femmes/country-death-song-lyrics.html
 A led her to a hole, a deep black well
 I said, "Make a wish, make sure and not tell and
 Close your eyes dear, and count to seven"
 You know your papa loves you, good children go to Heaven
 You know your papa loves you, good children go to Heaven
 I gave her a push, I gave her a shove
 I pushed with all my might, I pushed with all my love
 I through my child into a bottomless pit
 She was screaming as she fell, but I never heard her hit
 She was screaming as she fell, but I never heard her hit
 Gather round boys to this tale that I tell
 You wanna know how to take a short trip to hell?
 It's guaranteed to get your own place in hell
 Just take your lovely daughter and push her in the well
 Take your lovely daughter and throw her in the well
 Don't speak to me of lovers, with a broken heart
 You wanna know what can really tear you apart?
 I'm going out to the barn, will I never stop in pain?
 I'm going out to the barn, to hang myself in shame















