Oak tree brought me shade today
Dry mouthed dirt road slang, black lung
Hands reaching to me from above, oh lord
The hangman snaps his cord once more, sweet lord
One last smoke before I go, dear lord
Guess the sheriff got his way, sweet lord
Got nothing left to say once more, my lord
I just hope I feel no pain no more
Goodbye world, here I go, remember
we used to play together before?