I never thought I'd need you. But now I find I'm wrong. Come on back, sweet mama. Back where you belong. . I've rambled over town. To find that I can't win.
Oh, my brother. Can't you hear me say. Oh, my brother. You'd better get down on your knees and pray. . Get down, get down, get down, get down. Get down on your knees and pray.
Along about round-up time, in Texas way out West. I lost a friend and a pal, boys, I laid him down to rest. . I weeped and moaned over his grave and to me boys, it was sad.