Beat like a rug, ashed out and clubbed
Well it?s all for my betterment
I?ll give you a rib with the marrow dried up
It?s not much but a widow?s gift
But in the right rays of the sun
If you squint hard enough
There can be only one like it
I?d write you a song
For all men to be one
But I?d sing it from a place of pride
I can sing over most and I?d gladly be the host
But most often I just hang my head and cry
There?s a song beneath the earth
It resides within the dirt
Under the nails of a workin? man
Drug in by the reign, of the crooked ways I think
I wish I was in a mood to die
Well life, it is good, no matter how far you sink
Sometimes sitting still is better than to try
When you?re down in a hole
And your heart?s weighed down like gold
There is a hand that can reach you there