Jaeyy

A n*gger once told me
I had to take off
He was to get beaten
He said 'midst a cough

"I'll bet you, now, sonny
I'll meet ya again
I've lived all my life
Deep in sorrow and sin"

So I hitched a ride
Down to 21st street
Where all men were ugly
But all gals were sweet

N' bought me a rifle
N' a gun to be sure
To help out the man
Whom I talked to before

But when i returned
He was shot in the face
And left with a note sayin'
"God giveth grace"

I vått och torrt och blött som kallt
som allt blått vatten blott är salt
Vi äro och en å och så
Uppå platån vi båda gå

"Tell, me momma, why do you cry?"
I asked out loud in deep despair
"It is God's will; I'm gonna die.
Regardless of who might think it's fair"

It hit me then - the reason why
I held her hand and brushed her hair
We all know when to say goodbye

When God has left and doesn't care