- cifra
Boy walks south down on the broken track
Father said my son come on back
So much trouble I must leave behind
You can still do well, let me remind
Hold, hold on
I've seen my eyes when they're clouded in dark
You call to your god like an old skylark
This will show us that the devil preys
I am counting down all of my days
Hold, hold on
I hold on now, I hold on now
Hold, hold on
Hold, hold on
Come on back, my son, come on back my son
Hold, hold on
Before skies are red, and my day is done
