Little boy, at your mother's side
Watching on as your daddy comes to die
As they rope his neck, his hands both shake
And then they kick the stool
From the wooden deck they'd made.

But as he's strangling there
He says he's sorry for his sins
You watch him wordlessly
Until his struggling finally come to an end.

You fought the crows from your daddy's flesh.
You dug a hole and you laid his body to rest
Your mother cried and smoke cigarettes
She cursed his name, and said that's what the bastard gets.

But not one ever came
To see if you were still okay
You stood there in the rain
Until your momma finally dragged your away.