Old Worn Bones Lay Down . . .
I drags dead sod mornin' 'til nod slingin' my destiny with filth
The dust tells my tears and shakin' starvin' stalks too few.
Wrinkles dance in dust and dew
Ne'er losin' ne'er finding you.
Oh, illusive Kathy Jean talks with angels silently seen
My sparklin' moment now gone
Just bastard clods a cloppin' in bare foot shoes
Crying's same as dying and can't hear the Lord singin' the blues.
Oh flightful, nameless birds of day seeking the drop of a safer clay
Merciless, thoughtless, richer lord the roofer pay
Her weak call come at noon
Died 30 lives last year a lifetime too soon.
Skeleton's soul a walkin' by
Feelin' no feeling to bow, to laugh, to die.
Lay down wore bones. Lay down.
Day's over. Finally over.