Ornery

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