child fix into die
Its cold and its lonesome
But it aint no big ride
The horses are helpless
Young child fixin to die
Its cold and its lonesome
Aint no second-in-command
Go where you will now
Fates on the land
You who rule people
Are princes and kings
See my body is open
See my father lay waste
Fly swift as an eagle
Take comfort from that
And child fixin to die now
My little boys time has come
You who rule people
Eternally free
Of robbing your prisoners
Take a lesson from me
Its cold and its lonesome
But it aint no big ride
The horses are helpless
Young child fixin to die
The horses are helpless
Young child fixin to die