Bloody Bones - Dolly Parton

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