Till Death Do Us Part

[Hook]
Till Death Do Us Part
I won't mess with your heart
And I'm up next, I've been working hard
Till Death Do Us Part

[Verse]
I turn my texts into art
I'll wait for death to play it's part
We were the best and now you're gone
You left, guess what I did wrong
I don't know where I'm going, I don't know where I'm from
But I know the Young Mr. Clean is better off all alone
I said baby don't come over you're better on at home
They don't want nothing with me I'll put their name in a song
I grew up on the farm
Hear the cow bells ringin' in the morn
And we some children of the corn
I got fire wood comin' by the cord
They're not to travel and they grovel at my corn
All these boys are wearing flannel doing work
But most of them have never saddled up a horse
It's a bugabug you know that's for sure

[Hook]
Till Death Do Us Part
I won't mess with your heart
And I'm up next, I've been working hard
Till Death Do Us Part