Bloody Bones

This is a story that I wrote
And I know that all around Sevierville
And around in the mountains
People have big families
And it's kinda hard to get
Them into bed at night
So, I guess I'll love you for me
With bloody bones and scratch eyes
And the Boogerman, right? (yeah, I heard)

But I like to do a song now that, not a song
I'd like to tell my little story
And it goes like this
And I'll dedicate this to my mama
Even though she meant well
She done this to us
Now there was 12 of us kids
And all day long we'd fight and we'd scratch
And we'd scratch and we'd fight
But mama never had any trouble getting all
Of us into bed at night
'Cause dear old mama, bless her heart
She done the best she could
But mama had the awfulest way
Of making us be good
She'd tell us that raw head bloody
Bone was waiting just outside
That he'd come in and get us
If he knew I was crying
And he'd scare us all to death if
The dogs outside get to barking, woo
There where times we hear daddy cough
We'd think it's bloody bone harken oh me

And when we got up to something mean
Well mama she smelled the rat
She'd scratch on the wall
And she'd say, "Lisa, what was that?"
Then we'd all get scared
And we'd dive underneath the cover
And we'd make us a little airhole
And stick our nose out
Just enough so we wouldn't smother
And every night
One of the kids would wet in the bed
But mama, she never did understand why
But I wasn't about to get out
Of bed and take a change

I wasn't about to get out of
Bed and take a change
And step on, bone old scratch eye, oh me

Well, I'll get in the bed, you see
And I'll cover up my head and I
Put my fingers in my ears
So I couldn't hear the Boogerman that
Was breathing under the bed
'Cause I know if I get out of that bed that
The devil would get me by the hard hand
Oh me!

And now that we'd sleep four
And five in the bed
And we get scared we'd all screecher
And it be below zero in our old house
But we'd just be burn up

And when we did drift off to sleep
We'd just lay there
And we'd glut and we'd moan
'Cause we was dreaming 'bout
That bloody bones
And that scratch eyes and that Boogerman
There was a beast in us in our home, you see
And now that's been a long, long time ago
And now that I'm grown you know
I still ain't sure that
There's not a Boogerman
And a scratch eyes and a raw head bloody bone
Thank you