Oh, can't you tell That I worry very well? Oh old friend, how I fret Things you wouldn't want to wrestle The hills below sloping Down to the beach And here's here's here's hoping Our young bodies will keep Oh, can't you tell That I worry very well? Old friend, how I fret Like you wouldn't want to know it So might you leave? Us all to grieve? Saying: "So pa**ed a man, So pa**ed my darling" Me and my brother Driving the truck Thinking whatever Smoking and such Oh mother, don't worry We are kids in the dust Oh mother, don't worry I am not like he was There're animals crossing We're waving them on Patiently waiting, We are wishing them well