Oh, can’t you tell
That I worry very well?
Oh old friend, how I fret
Things you wouldn’t want to wrestle
The hills below sloping
Down to the beach
And here’s here’s here’s hoping
Our young bodies will keep
Oh, can’t you tell
That I worry very well?
Old friend, how I fret
Like you wouldn’t want to know it
So might you leave?
Us all to grieve?
Saying: “So passed a man,
So passed my darling”
Me and my brother
Driving the truck
Thinking whatever
Smoking and such
Oh mother, don’t worry
We are kids in the dust
Oh mother, don’t worry
I am not like he was
There’re animals crossing
And we’re waving them on
Patiently waiting,
We are wishing them well