He met her on the road
With a heavy,
heavy load
She said,
oh my lord,
you're beautiful
Now it's hard to do the pushing
When you're a needle and she's a cushion
You know there ain't gonna be too much mushing that way
He said,
she just want my sheep And I hope it a bit,
a bit white heat
Or they always come for him to sleep, my lord
I said, why do we have to die?
I said,
why do we have to die?
All he had left in him was his pain
She was a sweet bit of sugar cane
He was a walking hurricane He did the math
He scratched his nails in the dirt
Instead he couldn't undo all the hurt
Clang like sweat to his dirty old white shirt
You know how it does
Now you can't teach a new dog old tricks
You can't break what you can't fix
And he cannot cause the red,
red,
red sticks to you no more
I'm gonna take it home
I'm gonna make it alright I'm gonna pick it up one notch for you