[00:13.604]Whatever my lot , To every woman who’s father got
[00:21.670]Hits from crooks outside whose gun I shot
[00:26.832]In a children’s song, or forget me not
[00:41.708]In a children’s song, my mother’s far gone
[00:47.621]Flown from my father’s bed, he’ll hate me instead
[00:53.068]Though I have this gun, I still feel too young
[00:57.659]As to hurt anyone, even after they’re dead
[01:52.487]And when I wake up, then ask “Is it over?”
[01:57.703]Turn over, and tell me you’re fed...
[02:02.149]Up with all my father said up with the hammer he gave me to build your bed
[02:25.336]In a sweet song, mother hello (x2)