When you open your 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
For birds of prey
You live and learn your life away
But there below, your body must go
Against the grain
Like an old mule train
Keeps pulling hard against 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
You sweat and strain
It's gettin' late
Then Pearly Gates might close beforeyou reach them
Here boy, there boy
The devil got you running everywhere boy
I smell cooking and it might be you
You sure ain't going nowhere
Here boy, there boy
You sure are made for the devil
I swear boy
Something's cooking and it might be you
At the end of the 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