N.C.
eyes, to a brand new morning
And the sun shines above you, You
pull on your breeches and say, Oh well
It's the start of a brand new day (yes it is ), its the
start of a brand new day
For birds of prey. you
live and learn your life a - way
But there below, your body must go
A - gainst the grain, Like an
old mule train Keeps pulling hard a-gainst the
Here boy, there boy
The boss got you running everywhere boy
'Ya got no money and ya got less sense
And you ain't going nowhere'
But there below, your body will go
You work all day
The swet and strain
It's getting late
And early dates might close befor you reach them
Here boy, there boy
The boss got you running everywhere boy
'Ya got no money and ya got less sense
And you ain't going nowhere'
Here boy, there boy
You paid for the Devil I swear boy
Somethings cooking and it might be You
Day, When you look around you
And the sun sets, Deep inside you
Dust off your breeches and say,'Oh well'
Say goodnight to the man in the moon
The sandman's on his way