Mother tell me
I'm not your worst son
Mother tell me
I haven't done what the others have done
I'll die upon the mountain
Soak into the dust
Mother tell me
You'll forgive me when I run
The train is coming
I hear it blow its horn
The train is coming
I'll join its fate I've sworn
It rides in from the distance, Down the tracks so long
The train is coming
And with it I'll be gone
I'll find my brother
In the firm grasp of disease
I'll find my brother
If it takes from sea to sea
Sadness is a sickness
He's on his hands and knees
I'll find my brother
For he's been ornery