(SPOKEN)
A neighbor was passing my garden one time;
She stopped and I knew right away
That it was gossip, not flowers,
she had on her mind;
And this is what I heard my neighbor say;
"That girl down the street
should be run from our midst.
She drinks and she talks quite a lot.
She knows not to speak to my child or to me."
My neighbor then smiled and I thought:
CHORUS:(SPOKEN)
A tongue can accuse and carry bad news;
The seeds of distrust, it will sow;
But unless you've made no mistakes in your life
Be careful of stones that you throw.
A car speeded by and the screamin' of brakes;
A sound that made my blood chill;
For my neighbor's one child
had been pulled from the path
And saved by a girl lying still.
The child was unhurt and my neighbor cried out:
"Oh! who was that brave girl so sweet?"
I covered the crushed, broken body and said:
"The bad girl who lived down the street."
CHORUS: (SPOKEN)
A tongue can accuse and carry bad news;
The seeds of distrust, it will sow;
But unless you've made no mistakes in your life Be careful of stones that you throw.
Recorded by Hank Williams, Sr. Written by Bonnie Dodd
