He's done all my dyin'
I'm gonna kneel down an pray for you
The grip of death it could not hold him down no
I commence to cryin', yeah
The wind blows like the devil when it blows
Yes, it blows
An' that's just what they'll do
An' a boy grows up an like the
My knees was made for kneelin'
O my brothers
He done left the grave
No bitch on no broom
For him that I rave
Everything in a wicked haze
One of these days little girl
Sometimes hope's so strong in me girl
Look see his bones are gone
Just take a gander round ya
It ain't magic nor no witchcraft
Look see his bones are gone
These are the dust bowl days