Boys I‘ve shaven my knuckled head, for to cushion my pillow casenBoys I’ve traded the laces of my boots, for ‘em I got an ol’ spoon, now to get some food n~nBoys I’ve sold off my last buttons of brass, they got me a loaf of bread, now to make it lastnEvery night I sing all the boys to sleep, in the nights dark war hard boys join me... weepn~nBoys I’ve got no of nothin’ left to trade, so I cut off my ear and went to the gatenThe unsmiling guards, in their buffalo voices said, ‘we need more’nI severed my left hand I pulled all my teeth, I left on my right hand to wield my piecenI disconnected my testicles, gave ‘em to the prison guards, but, the guards said we need moren~nHANG ALL MY BELONGINGS ON A ONE INCH NAILn