Here lies a road agent dead on a hill
Sing on sing on whippoorwill if you will
Lived and died by his gun
Rise up rise up morning sun
Rise up son of God
Rise up from the sod
Quick money catch penny fly by night
All are equal in his sight
Gone today and here tomorrow
California desert to the veil of sorrow
Rise up son and go
Rise up from below
Thunderbolts cold and flash floods roll
On a glory hole soul story seldom told
From a feast of whiskey and a flow of cash
To the silver black ash from a dance hall flash
Rise up son of chance
Rise up son and dance
Here lies a road agent dead on a hill
Sing on, sing on whippoorwill if you will.