It's a 100 miles of graves.
There's a sheet
And the ghost of a slave.
My old man left us
Back down the way.
Let the morning fall.

My luck ain't bound to change none.
I been pissing down the wishing well
And now everybody knows
There ain't nothing to gain there this time
Let the morning fall.
Let the morning...

So you're a man's man
From No Man's Land.
Roaching tokes and choking on the fire.
You begin where most end,
But you're already spent inside.
Let the morning fall.

It's all bone on bone to the night's end.
Throw another earth-moving machine on the fire.
Just a stone's throw from the side of the asylum.
Can't be waiting round...here to die.
Let the morning fall.
Let the morning...

Let the Good Lord save me...

Right now...I got to run off
To where the blood runs.
Fade out.
I'm gonna cut the tongue
Out of my mouth.
Roll down.
10,000 miles from my home.
Let the mystery roll down.
Let the mystery roll on.
Hanging on with
The Killers & Whores (of Maw and Paw's Waltz)
Let the mystery roll down.
Let the mystery roll on.
Fade out.
I'm gonna fade out...
I'm just gonna fade out...