Текст: Jackson C. Frank. Child Fixin' To Die.

It's cold and it's lonesome
But it aint no big ride
The horses are helpless
Young child fixin' to die
It's cold and it's lonesome
Aint no second-in-command
Go where you will now
Fate's 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 boy's time has come

You who rule people
Eternally free
Of robbing your prisoners
Take a lesson from me
It's cold and it's 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