Listen
Hey there old man
Whistling on the ditch bank
Are you lost?
Hey there old man
Laughing at the bankers
rolled up in barbed wire
Hey there old man
sitting at the table
your hands are strong
Hey there old man
Plowing spring on bloodied horses
Yours skull’s full of dirt
Chorus
Hey old man
Where you come from
Hey old man
Where the hell you going?
Hey there old man
whistling on the ditchbank
like a boy in the dark
Hey there old man
Stabbing the earth with crescent moon
Make that water come
Hey there old man
Filling Coffee cans full of worms
And barbed hooks
Hey there old man
Theres a stone in my heart
With your name on it
