Terry came back from the land where he was born
He crossed some rivers, he rode from mountains to shore
Oh I remember the day when he picked his way

And he told me so many things
He felt like no fear, he bade farewell from the road again
Terry came back but this time was left no home
He went down his knees, tears run from his eyes to floor
Oh he dreamed and prayed, but his gun was the way

Only ashes left on the ground
And he dug his own grave, among blood and rage

Oh my dad was a mess of drink and dust
Oh my dad was a mess of drink and dust
And he left me on the way

Brace yourself, there's a role for everyone around
We know this way is not the best like Terry
my dad said
You should go back down the river
And look for a single soul
Don't ask for little reasons
Just face what you have done
And so let go

Oh my dad was a mess of drink and dust
Oh my dad was a mess of drink and dust
Oh my dad was a mess of drink and dust
And he left me on the way
And he left me on the way