Stoney End

I was born from love, and my poor mother worked the mines

I was raised on the Good Book Jesus

'Til I read between the lines

Now I don't believe I want to see the morning

Going to the stoney end

I never wanted to go to the stoney end

Mama, let me start all over

Cradle me, Mama, cradle me again

I can still remember him with love light in his eyes

But the lights flickered out and parted

As the sun began to rise

Now I don't believe I want to see the morning

Going to the stoney end

I never wanted to go to the stoney end

Mama, let me start all over

Cradle me, Mama, cradle me again

Never mind the forecast, for the sky has lost control

And the fury of a broken thunders

Come to march my ragin' soul

Now I don't believe I want to see the morning

Going to the stoney end

I never wanted to go to the stoney end

Mama, let me start all over

Cradle me, Mama, cradle me again