into the darkness he was sent by parents’
who were ignorant hm hm
tied down to his mother’s strings
unable to be anything hm hm
puzzled by the things he hears
the father thinking work comes first
ain’t got the time to quench a thirst
no no no no no no no no
no no no no no no no no
once he was a child a beautiful child
a child of clay shaped and molded
into what he is today
but who is to blame for this child of clay
going out into the street at night
the answers he may meet hm hm
with sick and twisted minds
he shares the searching questions
his heart bears hm hm
and from the dregs
the answers find their way into his supple mind
in time the planted seeds will grow
into a twisted vine below
no no no no no no no
no no no no no no no
and now his aimless days begin
to drift into sordid sin hm hm
and soon his dislike turns to hate
as the stamp of life seals his fate hm hm
and so the night conceals his name
and the days sleep off his shame
deprived of love and wrought by fear
a feeling that the end is near
no no no no no no no no
no no no no no no no
Artist: Jimmie Rodgers
Year: 1967
Decade: 60s
Language: en
Word Count: 98