Bread and bones but a little too cold Rusty knife got a little too old Rusty knife went against a gun I turned my heels and away I run Away I run but I should have stayed Should have talked not run away Ran myself right out of time They caught me down by the border line Border line all fog and rain Rocks and stone and a cold hard plain Hurt my feet to walk a mile They took me back to stand my trial Oh stood my trial but a little too bold Justice blind to the truth I told They heard the truth but would not believe No sympathy did I receive No sympathy did I deserve Bread and bones in a cold hard urn Bread and bones stood a little too cold No one to mourn no one to hold No one to hold or be held to No one to tell my secrets to Let secrets pa** and fall away Bread and bones and cold hard clay Oh stood my trial but a little too bold Justice blind to the truth I told They heard the truth but would not believe No sympathy did I receive No sympathy did I deserve Bread and bones in a cold hard urn Bread and bones stood a little too cold No one to mourn no one to hold No one to mourn or be held to No one to tell my secrets to Let secrets pa** and fall away Bread and bones and cold hard clay Bread and bones and cold hard clay Bread and bones and cold hard clay