Pretty sorrow lends no place to lie down.

The blues carve a slow laborious education.

Gut to get help to get around.

Don’t follow me down.

Get outta here, go get free.

Find somewhere to stand and walk among the woods.

Don’t get buried in the sand.

Let me give you a little hand.

Express hope in my smile,

Make the place a better land,

Take the death away from me,

Let me be free.

Gentle, bring religion to my face,

Support this smile of hope and let me live, still.