​i know he would be proud of me

I know i didn't do my best
So stab this stake into my chest
Lay me here down to rest
While my blood travels west

My friend sam he was a little man
He climbed a tree and broke his little hand
I know he would be proud of me
I know he would be proud of me

I only care
About my lover and her ginger hair
And her longing stare