Woman won't you take me to my home
Dry my tears and mend my bones
So I can meet my maker there
Steady hands
And a cold hard stare
Don't want to take the last walk
Down on my knees
Lord let me walk with death some
And know his company
Woman wont you take me home again
Wash the spirits from my brain
So I might see the one that comes
By my side to lead me on
Don't want to take that last walk
With no eyes to see
Lord let me walk with death some
And know his company
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