In The Backyard

Well he's layin' in the back yard (layin' in the back yard)
Layin' in the back yard
Bullet in his head
He's layin' in the back yard (layin' in the back yard)
Layin' in the back yard
I reckon that he's dead
Big Jimmy liked to drink enough whiskey
To float a fast boat into town
An' when he'd get to drinkin' that way
He liked to smack his Suzie around
Oh but late last Friday night Lord
I guess she couldn't take no more
And when the cops came around
To investigate the sound
She just pointed out the back door
She said he's layin' in the back yard (layin' in the back yard)
Layin' in the back yard
Bullet in his head
He's layin' in the back yard (layin' in the back yard)
Layin' in the back yard
I reckon that he's dead
When the police asked her what happened
Suzie said she didn't have a clue
She said he took his pistol out just to give it a clean
And that's all she knew
Oh she cried tears that were so sincere
Till she was out of breath
While the Chief Detective was writin' in his note book
“Accidental Death”
He said he's layin' in the back yard (layin' in the back yard)
Layin' in the back yard
Bullet in his head
He's layin' in the back yard (layin' in the back yard)
Layin' in the back yard
I reckon that he's dead
Well if you like to smack your woman
Better heed these words my son
'Cause there's a whole lotta pretty little women these days
Gettin' pretty good with a gun
Oh you might think you got 'er under control
You just might be surprised
When your pretty little woman puts a 45 hole
Right between your eyes!
And says he's layin' in the back yard (layin' in the back yard)
Layin' in the back yard
Bullet in his head
He's layin' in the back yard (layin' in the back yard)
Layin' in the back yard
I reckon that he's dead
(He's layin' in the backyard)
He's layin' in the back yard
Bullet in his head
(He's layin' in the backyard)
He's layin' in the back yard
I reckon that he's dead
(He's layin' in the backyard)
He's layin' in the back yard
Bullet in his head
(He's layin' in the backyard)
He's layin' in the back yard
I reckon that he's dead
(He's layin' in the backyard)
He's layin' in the back yard
Bullet in his head
(He's layin' in the backyard)
He's layin' in the back yard
He's layin' in the back yard
I reckon that he's dead